"You talk big for a brat. Who do you think you are to talk to a soldier like that? You are just another piece of shit in the wasteland." The air seemed to freeze around them. Kyrie's heartbeats grew louder, starting to beat inside his ears.
Were people like this guy in positions of power before? Kyrie doesn't remember. The bald journey was a little obnoxious and suspicious, but never clashed directly against him, not like that. Kyrie took a deep breath, trying to get his nerves under control.
Sadly, the soldier opened his mouth again.
"What stops us from shooting you dead here and capturing that thing you call a house?" Kyrie felt his heart stop, only to be reignited by anger and bloodlust. A fire sparked in his eyes. The people in the vehicle looked at him with fear and apprehension.
