Chapter 7
“Tadgh!” Ciaran called out. The desert-like sand wasn’t kind to Ciaran’s eyes. His vision was bloody, most likely from the impact of the explosion. He searched around for Tadgh. A few feet from him, his brother sat up. His arms and shoulders were bleeding. Ciaran darted over. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Look at yourself before you ask me how I am, Ciaran.”
Ciaran suddenly felt the pain in his arms, head, and back. He wiped his forehead and saw blood smears on his hand.
“Son of bitches. Do they really need those kinds of guns when there are five of them?” Tadgh scolded and pulled out his guns. The five hulks approached slowly.
Ciaran knew when he had an advantage. And when he didn’t.
He could kill with his thoughts. That had always been his talent. If he wanted to, he could w
