The Alpha's Plump Mistake
I hissed directly into his face, my baritone vibrating with the deep, savage roar of my beast.
I tightened my long fingers around the shaft of his blessed spear, ignoring the divine burn that lacerated my tendons. With a violent movement of my right arm, I reached for the pommel of my dark steel sword. I did not seek a clean execution. With berserker brutality born of the need to cleanse the North of his presence, I brought the edge of my blade down directly against the joint of his golden armor.
The blow shattered his shoulder guard, sending him stumbling back three steps over the cracked stone. Ethan dropped the spear, falling to his knees as his real blood gushed from the wound, staining