"What? Two of us are already out?" Arvind, the leader of the Bloodline group, slammed his hand onto the ground with such force that it sent cracks spidering through the surface. "We haven't even located the opponents, and they've managed to snatch our flags?"
Arvind's long locks of hair covered a side of his face, and although no one knew why he kept his hair that way, there were some rumours that he had a curse mark or an injury that he was ashamed of.
Hearing Arvind and his lackeys struggle, Dheera couldn't stifle his laughter any longer. Arvind's scowl directed at him only fueled Dheera's desire to speak his mind.
"I already warned you, Arvind," he said. "But you, being the arrogant idiot that you are, didn't listen to me."
"Of course, I would listen to a Marutiyan of all people," Arvind rolled his eyes.
