Kodak, Lane and Hyke, the three brothers bonded by oath and not blood, walked in suits of full plate armor with some dents and scratches, leading Argo and Vargas with steel binding their hands.
The fourth set of armor, that had belonged to Green, now adorned the largest prisoner they could find who could fit the build, and broke them out.
Garter stood at an imposing two meters tall, with a frame nearly a meter wide, his sheer mass didn't dwarf Green's, but it was certainly noticeably bigger, but no one else came even closer to Green's size, so it had to work.
"Soon as were out, we're leaving." Kodak's palms were sweating buckets as they continued walking down the long dungeons hallways lugging all of that plate armor on their bodies, "We understood?"
"For the final time, yes. As soon as your out, you can go." Vargas stared daggers into Kodak's back, but the young man didn't flinch, staring ahead from behind his helmet.
Good evening.
This is a bit of a longer chapter, but I didn't want to cut the hype in half.
Thank you for your support, and as always,
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