“All hail, Darg,” I proclaimed with a grim laugh. “Master of the Chavas!”
At that insult the entire cell full of men laughed brutally. Darg, seeing a man near him laughing with the rest, garbed the fellow and bashed his head against the stone wall with a resounding plop. I saw the man’s skull crack like an eggshell.
“More food for the winged vermin!” Darg said loudly, and now all the laughing had stopped dead.
I maneuvered myself around the cell trying to get into a good position for what I knew was on the way.
“Come here, stranger,” Darg told me, feigning friendship. “I like you. You have spunk. Come here and fight Darg.”
I shrugged. It was inevitable after all. This is what I had wanted and waited for. This battle had to be, for there could never be two leaders in these cells and am
