"Armour?" Naqir's voice cut through the silence like a sharp blade.
He gripped his fabric tunic and muttered with a broken smile, "What armour? You want all of the warriors to go through the hell that I went through just for not wearing hides and furs like the others?"
Everyone fell silent at what he was trying to say, and Morvak spat, "Who allowed this half—"
But before Morvak could finish, a heavy amount of aura struck him from above.
"Ugh?!" A groan left his lips, he fell onto the ground, and veins bulged all over his body as the aura pinned him down.
He tried to fight back the heavy aura with his own, but he was too weak.
"AHHHH—!" A painful scream left him, and the sound of cracks echoed throughout the hut as his bones cracked under the pressure.
Tears and snort streamed down his face, and his eyes met with the person who was pressuring him down — Rion.
Rion stared into Morvak's eyes and asked in a chilling voice, "What did you say again? Halfblood?"
