The micen nodded and looked at his flanks, towards his friends. He sighed.
"We're soldiers from Kert. We merely here to insure the safety of Fleta, nothing more." He softly said. His two friends, female in left hand and juvenile in the right, didn't stop trying to escape. "If you let us go, you won't see us again, I promise."
You shook your head "That's not going to happen. I know why you're here, don't try to convince me you are here because you enjoy playing soldier." You clenched your grasps on the two micen, but the tall one doesn't seem to be phased. "You realize I can squash them like a bug?"
"They've done nothing wrong," he persuades "Take me for them, send them back with a message to Kert, not to send any-"
"Quiet!" You snapped "I think I can do whatever I want with my prey. Besides, it takes only one to send a message. You're one micen to me, so you are worth one micen." He opened his mouth to protest but you shushed him. "And I get to pick which one." You peer over to the one to your right, the small fry.
He was still squirming, begging and crying for you to let him go, saying how he was still young and had to take care of his mother. You doubt much of anything he says is true, you've heard plenty of micen with the same story.
"Let him go you twat!" You turned your head with an interested hum at the micen in your left hand, spatting a provocative name at you. "You get off him you gluttonous bi- Gaah!"
You clenched her tighter. She's trying her best to get you to pick her, putting on her angry face. You feel as if there's something off about her, like it's cute rather than frustrating. She is, however, making your choice easier.
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