When Lucas came to the gathering place, the cannon fodders left a wide path for him to pass through, as his performance had been intimidating to them in the last battle. And the spoils he resized around his arms made him seem more savage.
So, as he had been in front, when the Garsan superior officer had finished speaking, the latter looked at him while he returned his gaze with coldness.
After taking a while to get that the short alien might not have understood anything he said, he turned to the frozen Garsans cannon fodders and bellowed:
"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?"
Lucas blinked and watched the crowd thin out.
When he became the only one before the gate of the camp, the soldiers raised their weapons and pointed the dark muzzles of about seven centimeters of diameter at him.
He coldly looked at the happenings, then at the bag held out to him.
