"That isn't going to work. These aren't the kind who are interested in negotiating." he quietly muttered to the ivory-skinned man. At the same time, his eyes never left the group of centaurs who had fired upon him. When the fox creature's gaze met his own, one thing he would notice was Votu's eyes narrowing in frustration when he suggested that he was up to no good. Maybe offering the little cretin to the centaurs was a good idea after all.
"Keep it up, furball. These guys won't be the only thing you'll have to worry about."
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The faint clip-clop of hooves against the ground interrupted the banter. Several of the centaurs shuffled aside to make way for what was presumably the leader of the group. A male of considerable stature even amongst the others, his humanoid torso was riddled with scars of various shapes and sizes. This, without a doubt, was a testament to a life of battle and bitter conflict. It had apparently been a long one so far, too, because the man's roughly shaven hair had more than a few streaks of gray running through it. He held the hilt of greataxe in his right hand, which created a deep trail in the ground behind him from its sheer weight. It was simple in design, but a cursory examination of the weapon would reveal that it was well-suited for repeated and frequent use.
The Centaur looked the three of them over for a moment before giving a disapproving snort. Then, he spoke in a gruff voice that was akin to gravel grinding against itself, "Most people are smart enough not to wander into these lands. Looks like we're going to have to show you why."
Then, he waved a hand in a gesture toward the other Centaur. "Kill them."
Four centaurs, two on each side of the leader, reared backward and charged toward Dominic and Votu. One of the two that approached Dominic attempted to spear him with its pike. The other circled around to ready for an attack from behind. The same sequence occurred with Votu, who was a bit farther away.