"What are you?" The Nilma tribe chief asked after the gag was removed from the arsonist's mouth.
"..." The arsonist just looked at the Nilma chief with his condescending slit eyes without saying a thing.
The chief sighed, but before he could do anything, Zach raised a hand.
"May I?" The chief raised an eyebrow. He was suspicious but not wary of Zach. He was someone who had let the Empire behind, but if Visla was to be trusted, he didn't do it because he wanted the barbarians to win the war or anything.
He just thought it would be more efficient to work on this side. Curious to see what the young man would do, the Nilma chief gestured for Zach to do whatever it was he had planned to do.
Maybe this kid from the Empire had a special trick or technique.
That wasn't it.
Zach punched the arsonist right in the face, breaking the latter's nose with a nasty crack. Thick blood seeped out of both nostrils as the arsonist glared at Zach. He spat at Zach's feet.
