Thirteen

BLAKE'S POV

If I was to be honest with myself, then the truth remains I was as scared as my soldiers the moment we heard that sound. The weapon of the humans isn't one that should be joked with. They are much faster than us and just a single shot from it would send us reeling to the ground, dead but still, my duty remains. If I allow my spirit drop, then what happens to the spirit of my men. I had to think of a way to build their spirits.

"You've got nothing to be worried about. If there's anyone that should be worried here, then it should be the Marauders. They do not have the spirit of oneness that we all have and they are not as strong as we are. A single blow from one of your hands will send them to their death…"

"And a Single bang from their talking Machine would send us to our death even before we get the chance to land the punch," one of them chipped in, in an antagonistic manner. I fixed my gaze on him, with my hands clenched into a fist. I was upset that he was trying to thwa