~Laurent
The Drogath soldier’s face twisted as he stomped toward me. His boots sank deep into the dirt with each step, the air around him thick with the heat of his breath. The others jeered behind him, shoving one another as if daring him to put me in my place.
He stopped in front of me, so close I could smell his rancid breath. “You got guts, staring at me like that,” he growled, saliva spraying with every word. “Think you’re funny, outsider?”
I said nothing.
He jabbed a finger into my chest. “You said I should come closer. Here I—”
I moved before he could finish. My fist came up in a blur, catching him square under the jaw. The impact cracked through the air like thunder. His head snapped back, and his body lifted clean off the ground.
For a heartbeat, everyone froze. Then the Dro
