You WILL die.
The soldiers had begun backing up again. Deline raised her chin in defiance at the enemy commander.
He had clearly had enough. With an angry grunt, he shoved Teshone in front of him. “Your turn,” he snarled.
The big man balked and stumbled. His forward foot barely missed hitting the outer circle. There was a blade pricking at him, urging him forward. Teshone looked at Carrone; he looked like he was pleading.
“No help in this direction, my ‘friend’.” Carrone hissed it out quietly. It sounded like final rites for the dying. Continue reading