The kids jumped up excitedly like puppies that had been waiting all day to play. The Lambs were the children played helpless victims and the wolves were the ones who carried out surprise attacks.
The lambs, five of them stepped out of the building first. They carried some snacks in their hands, walking slowly and acting afraid. When they saw the adults, they tried to run, heading for different directions.
The traders, greedy and cruel, saw only easy prey. They laughed, their boots crunching over the cracked rubble. "More stock." One screamed.
Then the wolves came. The first one, leaping out of a building, his whole body glowing with fire. Even his eyes were a brilliant orange.
Another boy burst out of the building, fists crackling with power. He raised his hand and the air itself bent, crushing a trader's weapon into scrap.
"It's the lambs and wolves." A man screamed. These children had made a name for themselves.
