Chirun followed him.
Avila lept out behind the old man, pressing the trident against the old man's back. "Give me you food and knives, or I'll run him through."
"Wow! We don't have any food! And we don't use knifes."
Owen turns his head "Ah. What a nice fellow we found." He smiles "Do it. Stab a poor defenseless man like me."
"And if you do this..."Trench said, scared. "... you will face me!"
"I'm really dang hungry, I don't know how to use a piece of trash like this, I'm not afraid of either of you."
"I--- I am not afraid of you neither."
"I just want something to eat."
"We want too! Now get out of here or I--- Or I kill you!"
"You try to kill me and you elderly friend bites it, ok gutter boy?"
"We don't have any food!"
Owen puts a foot backward between his legs while bending forward so the trident is above his head "Ouch my back. Uh. Wanna just go look for food with us."
"Yes... You can stay with us, I guess..."
Avila slammed backwards onto the ground. "Wait, your not gonna kill me?"
"I wanted to kill you..."
Owen shrugs "You guys do whatever. The other one over here can. He needs the practice." Owen hobbles along "My darn back. Its not as a good as it used to be..."
Avila staggered up and pointed the trident at Trench. "Back off."
"I am with him!"
Owen grabs the trident and points it in the air "Yeah. Lets not."