The boys erupted into mocking laughter, their confidence evident in their echoing laughs.
"Do you honestly believe you can take us on?" one of them taunted, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Yeah, we outnumber you by 15 to 2. You're outmatched," another jeered, his voice dripping with arrogance.
Fredy's grin widened into a fearless smirk as he met the boys' taunts head-on. "Whether you're 15 or 150, it makes no damn difference. You won't lay a finger on them, not when we're breathing.”
The boy's eyes widened, struck by Fredy's determined stance.
Hamond's voice thundered, "Listen up, you pathetic fools. We don't fear you, not even a bit. Make a single move, and we'll kill you.”
The girls stood in stunned silence, overwhelmed by the determination emanating from both Hamond and Fredy.
With sinister smiles on their faces, those 15 began walking towards Fredy and Hamond.
"Stay close, girls.” Fredy whispers through the tension.