At Sanra's barehanded catch of the spear and subsequent counterthrow, the resistance fighters gasped and held their breath. The Tooth-Soldiers, meanwhile, slapped their bellies and let out rhythmic hoots of breath, their momentum briefly overwhelming the scene—until a roar rang out.
"I am Zul'jin, chieftain of the Amani." With that roar, the Tooth-Soldiers' booming breaths ceased. The resistance fighters parted to open a path, and a white-haired troll emerged with his back hunched. Beneath his purple scarf, his left shoulder was empty; behind his purple face covering, his right eye socket was empty as well.
"Zul'jin, it has been a long time." Sanra looked at the white-haired troll with the purple mask covering his face and his empty right eye socket, answering with a smile.
"I should have killed you back then." Zul'jin glowered at the sharp-eyed troll below the steps, who had removed his tusks, nearly crushing the tusks in his own mouth with his teeth.
"I'm fortunate that you didn't. That is why I now have the chance to stop you—to stop you from continuing to drag the Amani, and all Forest Trolls, into the abyss." Sanra calmly nodded at the one-eyed troll, whose rage seemed ready to burst into flames.
"Drag them into the abyss? You..." Zul'jin froze for a moment, then became even angrier, nearly unable to contain himself. This bastard was claiming that he had dragged the Amani and the Forest Trolls into the abyss? What nonsense was this fool spouting? His entire life had been spent fighting for the Amani, fighting for the territory the Forest Trolls had lost.
"Enough. There is no need to say more, Zul'jin. You and I each have our own views. As I see it, you are dragging the Forest Trolls and the Amani into an abyss. To stop