She’d fought for her life in the pits for five long years, so violence was nothing new to Zad. Neither was killing.
In the pits it was kill or be killed and she’d long since moved past any guilt or shame over it. That was not her burden to bear but belonged to the beings who created the system that allowed the slave pits to flourish. But these assholes were something else.
Her lip curled back from her teeth as she dispatched the last one still standing to meet its maker and let the body drop at her feet. These assholes didn’t provide fighters for the pits but specialized in children instead. As far as she was concerned, death was too easy an out for them.
“f*****g chilids,” Zero spat on the corpse as they stepped over it, leaving no doubt that he shared Zad’s view on them.
Talon… no, B
