Moze hated it, but he knew he had to keep silent. He watched from the shadows as Jiaoqiu interacted with his captors. Hoolay and Mok Tok belittled him, pushed him around, and yet Jiaoqiu kept giving Moze the signal to keep away.

Moze's hands clenched at his sides, anger and guilt for letting this happen to his friend engulfing him. If it weren't for Feixiao's orders and Jiaoqiu's signals, he'd have slaughtered these borisin fools ages ago. It got especially hard when he heard the slicing of flesh and the scent of blood traveling towards him. He peeked around the corner and watched as Jiaoqiu winced, holding his shoulder tightly. Damn borisin... How dare they hurt Jiaoqiu like this..?!

Hoolay: "Good, you didn't scream. Wouldn't want to draw the attention of the Cloud Knights."

Mok Tok: "Master, how can you keep letting him live like this? I beg of you, let me slaughter this lowley Foxian scum!"

Hoolay: "Quiet. He's being used as a hostage, nothing more."