The clan came out of the woods, laughing. The moogle in charge (a Mog Knight) held two near-anitlaw cards. It was obvious that they had been victorious.
They stopped when they saw the clan. "May I ask who you are, kupo?" the Mog Knight in charge asked politely.
A Juggler peeked out."What are they doing in the Trek? They're old!" he exclaimed, silencing at a glare from the Mog Knight.
"Please, kupo, excuse Tommy. He is young and insolent. Are you part of the Clan Trek, kupo?" he asked.
Bruno scowled. "Yes, we are. Should we fight you?"
The Mog Knight seemed very, very surprised.
Kupo, what are they thinking? They're probably those ex-clanners escaped from an insane asylem! "Kupo, I don't know... You are, well, quite wise." That was the nice way of saying that you were a senile old creature.
Bruno scowled. "Yes, we're wise. We used to be clanners too."
The Mog Knight was teteering on the edge of a very thing blade.
"Kupo, c'mon, let's just get their card!" Tommy exclaimed before the Mog Knight in charge glared.
"Okay, kupo, I admit. It's against my morals to attack defenseless individuals, no offense meant. It's just that you are quite aged," he said.
Starkin glared and hobbled forward.
"And hadicapped, kupo!" Tommy said again before ducking a cuff sent in his direction.
Starkin glared. "We accept your engagement," he said quietly. "Let usss begin."