"Careful, Constantine," Oussou leered in his general direction. He clucked and wagged his finger. "I would advise not to slander our family. Not our family."
"No other way," Masaka shrugged and pushed harder. Purple light glowed in all directions of his withered hand. His white eyes reflected the light. "It's him or others. I have to stay alive."
Eric folded his arms. "Tell me who brought you here. Give me a name."