"How about handing over the water, hm?"
The figure's face and physique were blurred, his voice distorted. It was impossible to tell who he was. Still, the chill in his voice, coupled with the fact that he had bothered to conceal his identity in the first place, made one thing abundantly clear.
He was here with bad intentions.
Horus shifted the water flasks behind him, watching the figure warily.
"The Prime asked me to bring the water myself."
The figure let out a weary sigh.
"Listen, man. I'm stronger than you, alright? The more you resist, the uglier this gets. You're only supposed to walk away with a few bruises. That way, you can still go back and tell everyone what happened here."
The air seemed to grow colder.
"But… that can change if you make my life difficult. You've seen what I did to the other cadets. You saw the state I left them in. You really want to be next?"
Horus swallowed, his eyes instinctively flicking around. The figure caught the movement and chuckled.
