The hostility in Cerenth’s voice rose with each syllable. Byron realized the exchange threatened to turn physical. He edged closer to Bassa, his gaze locked on Cerenth and the man accompanying the irate pilot.
My fight, not yours, Bassa told Byron.
We’re a team, remember?
“I am not responsible for your uneven career,” Bassa said aloud, still focused on his antagonist. “You had every opportunity after my departure.”
“Opportunity?” Cerenth demanded, his fists clenched. “You left me with no options!”
“Your lack of leadership qualities left you with no options.”
Enraged by Bassa’s words, Cerenth swung his right fist, moving with incredible agility. Bassa reacted with equal speed, jostling Byron out of position, and avoiding a direct hit. This only infuriated the man and Cerenth pressed f
