Imperial Knight Office
The room was awfully quiet except for the sounds of scratching of a pen against paper, the faint rustle of documents, and the slow, steady ticking of a clock somewhere in the background like it was counting down to someone's death.
At the center of it all sat Soren, calm as ever, signing papers at his desk like he wasn't currently hosting eight grown men suffering on the floor while said men, were in a plank position, and had been for the past thirty minutes.
"...What did you mean," Soren said, not even looking up, his tone terrifyingly casual, "when you said you lost sight of the prey?"
The Mad Dogs gulped as they were still in planking position for half an hour now.
"Well...?" Soren said, signing papers on his table.
Eight pairs of arms trembled, already screaming internally, their lives flashing before their eyes, as a collective gulp echoed across the room.
