Wanted dead

Marshel gets a cookie and Jake gets a fist?

Jake looks out into the war. His eyes made a stunning look. I thought about how he must feel about that attack. I locked my eyes on Marshel.

       "You okay?" I asked. Marshel whinced in pain. I pulled out a cookie.  He looked up in azament. He looked at me then the cookie. I held out the cookie. He took it form me ,his pale fingers careless the cookie making it crumble.  I smiled at the him.

                  "So you want to be a part of my army ,huh?" Jake blinked and looked at me. Standing up straight he nodded. "Well, You did just help me with a few pests."

He smiled , looking around sternly. His eyes seemed dead cold.