I flinched the moment I stuck the dry tree branch in my hand into the ground; three men had come right up to our makeshift trench.
"It's none of your business, mind your own!"
The newcomers were some of the mobs wandering around; our tank stepped forward and took charge.
"Bro, come on let's go, I told you!"
"Come on bro, these are stubborn bastards!"
Two of the three guys were young, and one of them was older than them; the young ones got tense after Sukrucuk's answer.
"Calm down boys!"
After their big bro calmed the Youths down, he looked at what we made and spoke.
"You're right, it's none of our business, but whatever this is you're making, it won't stand for long!"
These last words were very interesting, I couldn't help but join the conversation.
"Why is that bro, did the skeleton turn out bad?"
"Bro, they're actually asking! Let's just walk away!"
Clearly, the anger of one of the tormented youths hadn't subsided; he snapped without even listening.
