Uh, boss?” said Cyclone, wielding his Kunai, standing back-to-back with Winter. “Can I say something?”
Winter, who was busy keeping an eye on the surrounding suits of armor, looked over his shoulder at Cyclone in annoyance. “What?”
“Do you think they might let us go if we pinky promise not to come back here?” said Cyclone. “What’s the over-under that they will believe us?”
“You’re assuming they can even understand us,” said Winter, returning his attention back to the suits of armor, “which we have seen no evidence of yet. I doubt they even speak English.”
“Why not?” said Cyclone. “Everyone else here speaks English even though this isn’t Earth. I bet these guys understand exactly what I’m saying. Right, guys?”
The suits of armor did not respond. Instead, they took one step closer, sig
