Chapter 15, The Propostion Titus sits by the unlit fire in the Knap, other Red Hoods surround him, his face a deeply shadowed mask. While it is still light outside, just past mid-afternoon, the room is dark and a chill runs through it. Two of the battle at the waterfall’s survivors stand near him.
‘We must have shot dozen arrows at him, but he just kept coming, walked right up to Drace with that big sword and cut him in two.’ said one fear in both his voice and eyes.
‘Drace, the cat killed Drace?’ Titus shook his head and bit his lip, disbelief all over his tired features. He rubbed his hands down his face ruining what was left of his warpaint.
‘Didn’t just kill him, he cleaved him in two, like he was nothing.’ Stammered the other. ‘Cut him in half, then he turned that blade on the othe
