As Mir's focus landed on their group, snippets of the argument landed in his ears. Murray had a stubborn look on his face despite being backed into the wall by opponents he clearly had no chance to win against.
"You've already confiscated my kills. What else do you want to do?"
His verbal retaliation fell on deaf ears. The anger of the crowd did not recede at all. One of the trainees with a frame that comically dwarfed Murray grabbed him by the throat.
"Confiscated your kills? You think that's enough to compensate for what you did to Emil?"
"I didn't do anything to Emil. How many times do I have to repeat myself?" Murray shouted at the top of his voice. "He's a Mutant with four abilities! How in the twelve domains would I be able to harm him, let alone injure him so severely?!"
The burly trainee leaned in, putting his face inches away from Murray's, and chewed out words through gritted teeth.
