"Wait, who are you? Why are you attacking our camp? We haven't done anything wrong! Can't we just put down our weapons and talk this out?" Benjamin cried, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender.
He looked desperately at Charlie and the others, but they didn't hesitate. Robert stepped forward, his voice firm. "I don't care if you're hostile or not. Get on the ground now, or I can't guarantee anyone's safety!"
Robert lunged at the nearest survivor, shoving him roughly to the ground. The man struggled to get up, but Charlie quickly nocked an arrow, aiming it directly at him. "Stay still!" he barked.
Fear silenced the camp. Six people lay sprawled on the ground, subdued and defeated. Benjamin, watching from the ground, looked up at Charlie. The others' respectful distance made it clear
