As the darkness of morning faded away, Maximin stood gazing at silhouette of the grey moon whose highlights were almost absorbed by from overstaying it's nightly course. In the past night, he had his eyes on it and there hadn't been a night since he had came to the red clan, that he didn't gaze at it. Would we wait till the full moon is here or shall we make our move. We have a thousand men and the clan is blessed with a dozen strong beast. We have guns. Lots of guns. We are no doubt the most powerful in the whole bushes." Said Khan as he swaggered majestically...