The robotic screams of the rotund man were immediately followed by the battered form of the man on the floor abruptly standing up, his form bowing, and the two standing behind him also bowing. The three hit their chests in unison, the sound of hardness meeting hardness permeating the space.
They each uttered something at the same time, but it was clearly not in the human language. It sounded like clattering, as though hollow iron meeting another hollow iron. They each had the same translation artifact, yet it hadn't translated it. Regardless, its meaning was clear.
The man maintained his seething demeanor as he stared at them, "Dismissed!"
He ordered, and just as he was about to turn, one of the guards suddenly spoke,
"What should we do with the prisoners, Lord Illai?"
