"Oh? Using a magic tool to ensure your life, eh?" Silas looked at his companion and his bloody arms. "Well, I can't say I blame you."
The big man knew the captain was considering and sneered, patting his large chest. "I want to do it, then." He said, "I'll make it as bloody as possible.
"They have to know they're just puny ants not even worth negotiating with!" He said, looking at the seal. "We don't even have to kill them to show that."
The woman and the old man didn't have any reactions and just watched from the side. However, if one looked closer at their eyes and their lips tilting up, one could see they were quite interested in the upcoming 'show'.
The thin man—one of the more gregarious members of the group— outright whistled. "Yo, Sin! Beat him up quickly! I can't wait to do some exercise~!"
"Sure sure," Sin yelled back, grinning, as he stepped forward and stared down at Garan, who also took a step forward.
