The Great Flood

"Let's kill him!" Dong Ho said.

"You made this awkward enough, shut up," the smaller man said, "You, what's your name?" he asked in a commanding tone.

"It is out of politeness that when asking someone's name, one must give theirs first," I replied.

The two looked at each other and then the one I didn't know his name said.

"I'm Dong Cho," he said.

"Brothers?" I asked.

The smaller man's brows furrowed, "How did you know? We don't even look alike!"

"Your name… Anyway, so what's going on here, are you hunters? Warriors? Or scavengers?" I asked.

"Warriors!" 

"Hunters!"

Each of them replied at the same time. Then the confusion got them, and then they started bickering between themselves.

"Warriors I say! We're the Tiger Warrior Tribe! We have Warrior in our name!" Dong Ho said.

"But we're not the warriors of the village you fool! We're the hunters, we're tasked to get food!"