He stepped forward, then stepped again, waiting for some cue from Leviathan. On Armsmaster’s third step, Leviathan took a small step back, lashed his tail behind him.
“Finally scared?” Armsmaster taunted. “Good.”
Try not to be too cocky. Before you know it, you might misinterpret a preparation to attack as fear because that’s what you want to see in it.
Nausea and pain was welling up in me again as I watched from the corner of the building, under the carport, threatening to override my sense of awe.
She may have her reasons to dislike Armsmaster, but she can identify badass when she sees it.
Besides, she did spend most of her life admiring Armsmaster before she found out he was a dick.
It was all I could do to keep quiet, keep from distracting Armsmaster, or distracting Leviathan and throwing some wrench in Armsmaster’s data.
I suppose that is one way of helping.
The last thing I wanted was to become the hostage that made Armsmaster hesitate for the fraction of a second that cost him -cost us all- the fight.
Yeah, that would be unfortunate.
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