Can You Do It?

Firoque screamed and writhed. Littering the floor as they lay dying.

For the first time Nierwae could recall, he felt the prickling of fear. He’d never seen anything that moved like this Dark Harbinger.

Only when Disseus stood at the foot of the vaulting steps, did Nierwae rise.

“You think to fight me, Boy?” Nierwae took one lumbering step down. His thighs as wide as tree trunks. And towering three feet over Disseus’s own height. His shoulders at least twice as broad.

He's a mammoth of a man. Disseus' eyes narrowed. Noting scars on the man's knees. And one ankle where a bit of bone was displaced. Weak points.

“I think to kill you Firoque. It’s what I do.”

“Unless you wish to let us leave peacefully.” Lon cut in desperately, from where he ducked several blades and panted heavily. Flushed nearly purple from his efforts.

Nierwae shook his head.

“Feral don’t!” Nealinim shouted in terror. “We can leave. Get