“Stop!” Creon ordered in disgust, wiping the sweat, and a little blood, off of his face. “If I was smart, I would just let you kill each other and be done with you both,” he added in a disgusted growl.
“I have no problem with that,” Bahadur grinned, glancing at where Viper was standing.
“In your dreams, Curizan,” Viper growled back.
Viper refused to admit that over the past two months of travel, he had grown to not only respect the Curizan Admiral’s skills as a warrior, but also his quick wit and strange sense of humor. He glanced over to where Adalard lay on the floor of the training room, breathing deeply, and chuckled. Zebulon had been the only smart one of the group. He had decided it was safer to work out with the other warriors.
“I’ve had my ass whipped enough, thank you,” Zebulo
