“Draka,” she repeated under her breath, redoubling her efforts to annihilate the padded target in front of her. Nobody spoke the old language anymore, save for a few scattered words or phrases, but the curse seemed appropriate. Any coward who incapacitated a Sentinel before slitting their throat deserved to be called draka.
“That’s a bit rude to say that to an innocent sparring post, don’t you think?”
Wonderful, just what she needed to make this day even better. What in the Seven Hells was he doing here? The amusement in the deep voice only served to rile her up further.
I know, I know I barely gave you anything :) Stop by later this week for more! Click the image below to find the rest of the blogs participating!