The army of the Apple shook the earth with their trembling feet. Greed watched as Sloth walked past them toward Silver—they didn't matter to him.
One soldier shouted, "Who are you to ignore us, proud soldiers of the tribe, tools of the Apple?"
Greed looked back. "You? No tools. You are useless to our kind."
Angry, the soldiers charged at Greed, but the first line was quickly defeated.
"What happened?" Silver asked.
He turned to see Sloth breathing heavily, his eyes glowing red. His presence alone made the soldiers hesitate.
"Damn you, Greed, giving me this work," Sloth muttered.
"Don't coward—stop him! You are the guards of the Apple!" Silver shouted.
The soldiers roared and ran toward Sloth. He moved with precision, dodging and countering, skillfully overpowering them one by one. His eyes burned with fierce intensity.
"Focus on me!" Greed shouted. He kicked Silver, grabbed a rock, and hurled it at him. Silver ducked, but was struck by Greed's forceful headbutt.
Silver fought back, throwing punches, but Greed dodged every strike. He tried to kick Silver, but Silver caught the leg, twisting and throwing him down hard.
Greed coughed and screamed in surprise.
Sloth looked back—but that was a mistake. The soldiers seized him, holding him tightly.
Greed opened his eyes to see something he had never experienced before: his first defeat.