129. Vameer
Vameer
Here’s the thing about my kind. Alternate Evolutionary Outcomes.
We don’t fuck around.
And we have no use for prisoners.
Everyone here, humans or otherwise, if you’re fighting against us, you will die.
You don’t kidnap kids and live. And you certainly don’t slice my mate’s throat and live.
Old King Tosa has been on borrowed time. I hope he made the most of it.
We stop two feet back from the edge of a rock ledge, overlooking the clearing.
I can’t see him, but I know Tosa is here. Probably in that poorly disguised tent.
I’m sure he has lots of men. I’m sure he’s confident. But I’m also sure that he is gravely underestimating the situation.
A loud crack splits the air as the structure we damaged finally breaks.