The Unspoken Threat

Within the recalled memory Ryan stood before Samba. His body was aching. 

His face was bleeding. But his spirit was not yet broken. He stood his ground. He refused to bow his head. 

He refused to show any further submission to them.

Samba was genuinely surprised by this. He had expected the boy to be a whimpering broken mess by now. 

For a commoner a boy with no significant power or backing to still show such defiance after the initial beating… it was unexpected. A cruel amused smile spread across Samba's face.

"What's this?" Samba sneered his voice dripping with condescending mockery. 

"Do you really think these new teams of yours were just formed yesterday? Did you think you could just make a new group and we would be scared? Do you think we're going to be scared off by some upstart some nobody who just arrived at this Academy?"

Before Ryan could even formulate a response before he could say anything Samba moved.