"Do it. Kill them."
Each word out of that gold capped fungus woman was dripping with poison, which seemed to pain Aaron spiritually rather than physically.
She seemed to have a counter for everything he could manage to imagine or think of, as if he was just a powerless little man in her eyes.
Like a domesticated dragon, capable of destroying kingdoms and yet unable to fight for its own freedom.
At least that's how he feels currently.
He didn't give in to her cold threat, not daring to hurt the two hostages in his palms. Doing so was only a quick ticket to hell.
"Fine." He spat a thick glob of saliva, hitting a random mushfolk on the cap, causing him to tip over and writhe on the floor, unable to stand up himself.
After all, he only had two legs, a weird mushroom stem carved face and the circular mushroom cap.
The great elder watched the scene with detachment, scoffing coldly with faint amusement in her voice, "Then are you ready to help our tribe or not?"
