Makun stood at the edge of the bounded field, still hurt from earlier. He had been wounded by Cheryl. However, he had to listen. He could not faint right now.
They are the ones who attacked Zuri. They were after me. I need information from them. Why are they after me? Who is backing them? I need to know. He thought after hearing Orel's earlier declaration.
Orel had rambled for a while, about him being knocked out, captured and brought to their boss. He had no idea what all of that meant.
Only if I could get more information. As soon as Makun had that thought, he heard Bol's broken voice.
"How?"
The words came out ragged as Bol turned his head to look at Orel.
He wants to know what went wrong. Makun thought. Am I going to get answers?
Orel faced Bol, a smirk on his face. His eyes reflected a strange light, almost as if he looked at Bol with pity.
