The Undeads stomped their boots in unison, adding to the threatening presence they already had.
The prince narrowed his eyes, a look of anger flashing through them. How dare they treat him this way. He pulled out his sword.
"Try and fight me. See if I don't cut you down first."
"And we have 8000 soldiers," Matthew said, ripping off his outer layer of clothes, showing off his other two arms he had kept hidden. He grabbed the bow and pulled on it as he asked, "How many can you cut down before they get to you? How many of your people will die first?"
The prince hesitated.
Jema and Oleander knew they could not fight here. Not with so many of these people. They began whispering to the prince, saying something that the others couldn't hear.
Ning began thinking of how he could save the others. If a fight really did start, he didn't want the poor citizens outside to die. There wasn't anything he could do with his Summoner's Bracelet.
