Jirmonji sighed. This might be their end, but it definitely wasn't the Gold Tribe's end. He wasn't going to die. Not like this. He looked to Gallant. "Please my old friend, if anyone is to blame, it's me. I'm the one who was in charge of the sentinels not getting to you."
He was scared, terrified out of his mind. He didn't know what to think. All he knew is that if he let these abominations kill him, it shows weakness in the Gold Tribe. He motioned for the Sawk to come closer. "I have an idea brother. A most excellent idea." he got a dangerous smirk on his face. "Tell me, are you in or out?"