Leading the witnesses

My father suddenly hoisted the wingman and threw him back on the ground where he held him still with a large boot under his chin. The arm with the blade this soldier was trying to pierce him with a split second ago was twisted outwards with his elbow against my father's knee. His hand held bent by my father's hand under an expert key that made any movement he did trying to free himself hurt so he had no choice but to let go of the blade that dig heavily on the dirt ground. Both my father and my trainer focused back on me, reacting unexpectedly pale to my comment, blank in confusion and overcame with surprise. - ``Blood?'' - It seems like it wasn't as normal a practice as I was lead to believe after all.

While the batman held off twisting the neck he held in hands to grin smugly, fusing my rage. - ``What will you want them to do next? enslave the human race into their rightful place, worshiping families ruled by a fanatic blood thirsty lunatic such as yourself? What the hell are you doing?'' - I looked around to find confused looks of dismay. It had been chaos for a minute now, but this seemed to have thrown everyone off.

The shadowy figure rose his shoulders to stand tall, forcing the president to his feet and answered imperiously! - ``Me? I am saving the world!''

- ``Not you, you lunatic, you!'' - and I skimmed the clearing, looking at each dark figure that fought with their bent wings behind them and that followed his delusional commands. - ``How can you pretend drinking blood from living humans in hooded rituals is justifiable?''

The crowd had just reached the bay of the clearing slowed their speed on time to hear my accusation, and this held them back slightly, but the batmen with better short range sensory than wolfmen hadn't noticed them yet.

- ``You are wasting your breath! These are elite soldiers! You may get my rising star and a freshman to listen to you.'' - Dark Knight winced at the pull of his captive, who smiled ! -``But these are real soldiers and the old troops are... well, they are old! And few, too few!'' - His lips thinned in a defiant smile towards my father.

- ``Why? What is this about? It can't be because of the president orders! You will create war!'' - My head kept spinning, images of all sorts of shape-shifters held in mid fight and no reasoning what so ever.

- ``If we must!'' - No voice answered but his!

- ``He will have to listen to reason and he is already seen how strong we are, why? To have a Tiran that is willing to assassinate the minister and president we elected democratically? At what cost?''

- ``If it is war they want, we can surely give them one. And we will win! Why should we bow to these humans?'' - A voice sounded behind me, lacking the believe in his own words. The corresponding winged man came at me with a sharp blade in his hand. All real weapons must have been successfully apprehended by my father's crew down the stairs when they heist their training grounds. The trainer said he expected us to do as we did, but he must have thought we wouldn't succeed. My father also wanted to avoid spilling blood to hinder the possibility of escalation so we are left with mano-a-mano. In one movement bleach eyes bent, rolled, reached his ankle holster and from which he took a knife that he held with the blade along his forearm. With the sharp side out he intercepted the older wingman's blade and blocked his attack. I was still unable to react.

But my tongue kept on to my bewilderment...- ``Because nobody wins in a war. You might win a war, you might even get it as far from your house as possible attacking on the other party's grounds, but in war there are only losers and even greater losers. Is that your wish for your family, for your children, for your houses? Death, pain, misery, and the certainty that however better we might be many of us will not return home! To enslave a race?'' - My feet spin with the whole dance between bleach eyes and the sturdy buy that attacked me and I looked around seeing more of strange aggressive movements as if words were empty air coming out of sheer frustration and confusion. I was no longer talking down the soldiers but the revolted shifters that hid behind the tree line because they didn't expect to witness what they just did.

- ``What do you know of war?'' - The batman trainer replied infuriated. - ``How do you think you earn peace?'' - He too looked around at the crowd that was supposed to back him up and that stood unmoved apparently confused since I mentioned that they drank human blood and he didn't correct me.

- ``Not leaching on somebodies blood, not kidnapping the voice of the people and certainly not by increasing a conflict into the point where it is no longer sustainable to have peace! Your words and acts are not inconsequential. '' - The world seemed to revolt around us two and we seemed to be able to concentrate on rhetorics while others fiercely protected us from these sharp projectiles. Akita and the three Musketeers had already joined the fight helping my father's friends in convenient moments.

- ``You're a child! What do you know?'' - He was losing his temper and argument as he followed me down the logic land but he had no intention of letting me address the crowd alone. His knife was thrown at me, my father intercepted it with a fist size rock.

- ``Please, stay still and shut up, will you?'' - My father whispered panicky as he tried tying another wingman to the root of a tree. A fist collided with my leaver knocking me out of breath

- ``Enough to know that we will have peace, and hopefully we will not be asking for forgiveness every year we celebrate the day we exterminated another race, but a similar balance will be obtained... We will have to live together and tolerate each other; the only question is how many bodies you need to figure it is already in a fair equilibrium? What is it that the humans have not given us that was so justified?'' - The minister continued when I lost the air and was forced to dodge a few more punches myself. My body reacted better now that I wasn't thinking to the incoming of fists and feet, fortunately there were more of us now that we arrived and I didn't get even the full attention of one elite soldier or it would had been drastic.