"Chief Matranda of the Aer tribe! Elders of the Bawin tribe! Monkey of the Gezercher tribe! Layas of the Seg tribe! Basla of the Lowat tribe!" Poia, the Orovir tribe's representative at the tribal meetings, slammed her hand onto the table as she stood up and started the meeting with rage in her voice.
"There's blood on all of your hands! This petty squabble has gone on too long! Today, it comes to an end before any more lives are lost!"
***
Several hours ago, the Orovir tunnel, right after the Lowat warrior spotted Sosora, Malak, Issa, and Tilo.
The four youths stared at the Lowat warrior. The Lowat warrior stared at them.
This was a situation neither side had expected. They were stunned.
However, out of everyone there, three were used to dealing with surprising situations and knew that acting was the best thing they could do. Three of them were used to action.
Sosora, Tilo, and the Lowat warrior dashed forward.
