The men kept moving forward with short little steps. When the broad glimmering blades were almost touching his chest, Vadim stepped away and, turning his back, climbed into the glider.
“A typical root-isolating language,” he reported, taking a seat. “Very limited vocabulary. They don’t want peace, that’s clear.”
“At least throw some fear into them,” Saul said. “One blast in the area, and they’ll s**t in their pants!”
Anton slammed the canopy closed. The men returned to the porch and raised their spears. They were all staring at the glider. A scornful sneer flashed on the fat man’s immeasurable face.
“Ugh,” Saul said. “Do you need an informant or not? Let’s capture the fat one. He’s a real Rapportfuhrer.”
Rapportfuhrer.“You have to understand,” Anton said with desperation. “They don’t
