ELENA
“These are sacred grounds, Garrett, the laws do not permit—”
“The laws! Are made to keep imbeciles like you weak and tethered to the chains of subjugation,” Garrette snarls and his men nod in confirmation.
“That is why I should be ruler instead because I know what it takes…I have the balls to finish what our ancestors started!” He chants.
“You don't even have the balls to defeat me,” Jared growls, moving slightly away from them to get a vantage point. Garrett hisses.
“That will be corrected today, Jar-Jar.”
Garrett circles closer, his warriors tightening the ring around us. His eyes are slicked with this ravenous hunger rust I have seen in lots of rogue’s eyes. The need to cause c*****e, to pillage and cause destruction; upturn the hierarchy, the look of a predator who's finall
