"Lucius, can we talk about this?"
Mia was absolutely exasperated. They had been behind enemy lines for almost two weeks now and had taken on a handful of caravans. Most of them had deliveries of weapons and armor, but this current one seemed to be food and water.
Instead of being manned by groups of soldiers, the escorts of this one were clearly civilians. The head of the group was currently on his knees in front of their scout with a machete pressed against the man's neck.
"Lucius, they are civilians. We just burn the carts and leave." Renton agreed. He tried to step up, but was cautious. He was worried that one sudden move might set the boy off.
"No one is a civilian in war." Lucius growled.
"Come on, they have no weapons, no guards, no will to fight, step back Lucius." Mia said quietly.
