Offence
This fucker was gonna have to learn.
This one could prove trouble, Assawin
thought. Maybe he was a tough as he
acted. But breathing fire and shit like
this, the general was not going to take
him back to the court. Theyโd want
this prisoner all cooperation back
there. They didnโt care how much it
cost to beat some sense into this prick.
And by the gods, for a job like that,
Assawin was their man.
Look at the prick. Took his shirt off
like a good boy. All that power on
display, all that physique. Stood up
tall, shoulders thick with muscle. Belly
in, showing off. Assawin marvelled,
the fuckerโs using the opportunity.
Not some threat, not being put-down.