"Shut up!" Grak yelled.
I stepped toward Grak, meeting her halfway in the center of the room. Grak towered over me, jaw tight, teeth grinding like I'd just insulted her ancestors.
"Last time we met, you pissed me off and I never got the chance to settle the score. Now's perfect." Grak said
Her fist was mid-swing when Shazog's voice sliced through the room. "Stop, sister."
Shazog swiftly intervened, blocking her sister just before she made contact with my skin.
"Let go of me," Grak pushed her sister away, "I can't forgive him for what he has done to you."
I stepped in close, locking eyes with her towering form. "Last time, I nearly shoved that thing you were waving where the sun doesn't shine. Push me again, and it'll be my fist instead.
Grak let out a low chuckle, clenching her fist. "You're all bark, no bite. You wouldn't dare."
"You think so?" I balled my right hand into a fist and lifted it slowly, the gas lanterns bathing it in an orange glow.
