In a single instant, Rughsbourgh was rendered incapable of movement. Still, he was smiling. Death lurked at him from every angle his eyes could turn to.
Yet his eerie, emotionless smile never wavered. His eyes, even, never left the point they had originally fixed upon.
Northern staggered back, his eyes widening as he stared at the razor-sharp nails that Bairan had intercepted. He had been caught off guard and had never even seen the attack coming.
Which meant that if Bairan had not appeared to halt that hand, he most likely would have lost an eye to Rughsbourgh?
After all his boasting? All his preparations to welcome the source of his suffering?!
Northern was bitterly disappointed in himself. He had an excuse but refused to take it at all!
Rughsbourgh's return had nearly claimed his eyes right away!
He gritted his teeth internally, glaring at the man standing before him with that ominous smile.
