The Ancestor let out a angry roar, his massive frame vibrating with a sudden, explosive surge of power. The five Falcons were thrown back, their boots skidding across the marble floor as they stabilized themselves, crouching low and ready to lunge back into the fray.
The Scavenger Leader quickly stepped in front of his grandfather, his hands raised in a calming gesture. "Grandfather, do not lose control! You'll only give them an excuse to demand more resources for the Union. Remember the primary objective of this meeting," he hissed.
The old man took a long, jagged breath, slowly retracting his suffocating aura until not a trace remained. He gave a stiff nod. The obese leader then turned back to Ethan with a greasy, superficial smile. "A small misunderstanding, I hope the great Leader of Royal doesn't take it to heart."
Ethan snorted, turning his back on them to look at McKenzie again, dismissing the Scavengers as if they were gnats. However, the Scavenger Leader wasn't finished.
