Newly carved

They stood up in unison, their clothes dirtied and hair messed, they stood perpendicular, their backs as straight as as a newly carved pencil.

They rushed inwards towards the man, they ordered the men to lower their blades, and thus they were lowered, for all hunters present knew who these men were, their word could fault ones career further than distant lineage that enacted atrocities.

The hunters glared at the men and stepped away, their blades still glued to their hands.

The recruiters berated the hunters, and then turned to look at Luke, his figure echoed not of an existence of blood and flesh rather a tool to power, to money and to prominence.

The recruiters pointed to the direction of the room which held the chairmen insisting that Luke follows them.