A crash across the room, the upending of the table that sent the weapons scattering across the floor as blows began to fall between two of those gathered there interrupted Enoch’s reply. Though they tensed, expecting the row to develop into a full scale fight, others nearer to the disagreement pulled the combatants apart with curses and admonitions.
“Save it,” one woman snapped, waving a short, heavy hammer under one man’s nose. “Save it for the Crows.”
“They’re gonna be surprised when it’s not the Crows they meet out there,” Enoch muttered with a shake of his head.
“Anyone on the other side of that door is going to be the enemy,” Otta said. “They’re ripe for the fight…”
“And once out of here, there’s gonna be no stopping them,” agreed Collux.