Chapter 21

“Need some help, Ga’briyel?”

“No, I can handle them.” He quickly determined that the unconcerned man was the leader of these savages, and he decided to leave him for last.

“This should be good,” he heard Dinton whisper with a chuckle, and although he knew that his friend had relaxed slightly, he also knew that Dinton’s sword was still in his hand, as was Tero’s.

Frank smiled wickedly at the Asabya and gestured to them with his free hand. “Come on, you cowardly horesons. Come and die.”

At the insult, the three underling Asabya rushed him with loud cries while the leader stood back, watching them warily. Perhaps half a minute later, the three lay on the ground, two dead and one groaning in pain with a fatal wound to his abdomen. Frank now faced the last Asabya still standing.

“What are you?” the barbarian asked, completely unafraid.

Frank reached into his shirt, pulled out his family’s token, and let it drop onto his chest. He was about to answer when an image flashed through his mind—h
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