Negotiations.

The leading Centaur glanced at his kin lay lifeless behind what seemed to be a human most peculiar. He had many questions to ask. Some born out of sympathy and others out of genuine curiosity and confusion, but he had no time to waste.

He could feel that his kin was not dead, but given enough time, he would be just that.

Taking that into account, the leading Centaur, standing tall, strong, and domineeringly, forewent any calmness and gentleness with addressing the human facing him.

“Move aside.” The Centaur commanded, his tone cold, bone chilling and unforgiving.

His command allowed no negotiation or refusal. The presence he exuded seemed to multiply manifolds what beasts of this region could handle.

Expecting the human he faced to stumble away in fear and follow his command, the Centaur trudged forward confidently.

However, he was quick to falter in his steps as he witnessed an act of vehement defiance.