Beneath the cloud of dust, Akram and Yashyn pushed themselves back up, taking advantage of the brief respite they had gained, concealed within the smoke.
"Fuck, Akram, that's one of your toys, isn't it?!"
"Yeah… Shit… I don't know how they got their hands on them, I never sold any! That means there's—"
"A traitor, yeah. And there's only one way to find out for sure."
Both men then stepped out, deliberately revealing their survival to their attackers.
In front of them stood a group of around ten people, men and women alike. Akram narrowed his eyes, trying to identify where they came from.
"…Rushers?"
A man stepped forward from the group. It was Koard, hunched with rage, gripping his two daggers, ready to fight.
Akram didn't immediately recognize the bandit Warlord because of the metal mask covering his face. Koard, on the other hand, felt his fury boil the moment he laid eyes on the leader of Vulkania.
"BASTARD! YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THIS!! I'M GONNA SLAUGHTER YOU!"
