Tyrant’s Rise- Chapter Six

“Surrender!” Victor screamed, blood running from a cut on his face. He had been fighting in full flak, but had most likely removed his helmet, then had his face scratched by an argy.

“No.” The leader of the tribe simply said. Victor walked out of the room, and all that could be heard was a gunshot. Arciro winced.

A week later, they returned home. Arciro was going to take a nap,but Slav and Nedti had other plans for him.

“WAKE UP!” Slav yelled in Arciro’s ear. Arciro bolted out of bed, grabbed a pike, accidentally grabbed his dodo, grabbed a pike, and asked them what was going on.

“We control much more territory thanks to the victory against the Reds.” Nedti said, rolling out a map. “But I heard Victor planning to attack the Blues next month.”

“He’s going to dominate the ark!” Arciro said.

“No, he’s not.” Slav replied. We’re going to stop him.