“No?” ask the the boy while raisng his thin, silver haired eyebrow. “Do you not understand what is being dealt with here?”
“Do I not understand? Boy, yes you are just a boy I have been dealing with this for years. I have escaped the jaws of death too many times to count. I have escaped the scathing hands of your people. Boy I don’t think you understand the importance of the object wrapped up.” The man snarled as his face turned all red and blotchy.
“Fine. Make it a done deal.” The boy whispered a few words, as if he was speaking code with the forest ground. As he looked up, three flashes of light stood behind him. “Morgan, Dylan, Ryan. Looks like we’ve got ourselves a treat tonight.” The three bodies nodded. Morgan and Dylan were the girl versions of the boy. Morgan had pink spikey, hair and Dylan had long flames of orange. Ryan was yellow and even though he was the tallest of the group he looked very shy.
“Us? Against you? Well, let the games begin. Lets make sure the best fighter wins.” Spoke the man.