Storyteller Michael-Scott Earle
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Tamer scene 15 (b) except below:
🕑 Added 2021-07-28 13:09:29 +0000 UTC
I planted my feet, mimicking his earlier moves.
Heracula didn’t budge. “Do not waver. Glory is a gift often bestowed in the final seconds of life.”
There wasn’t much beach between us and the new threat, but the giant next to me must have come to the conclusion I was going to hang with him. He didn’t bother searching for Kelg, but looked down at me and seemed to peer into my soul.
“You choose to join me on the final path. You are not the soft man I thought.” The tangle of teeth bent a little in what I hoped was a smile. “What is your name?”
“Victor,” I answered as I leveled my spear and tried to ignore my brain begging me to run.
Heracula took some exaggerated steps forward. He didn’t turn back to me, but he beckoned me along. “Victor. It is a suitable name for a great warrior. Come Victor, a Prime Defender gains no higher honor than winning a desperate attack. Join me as we slay our foes.”
