Look, at this point I was running on pure instinct. There was too much on the line and despite our efforts, they had taken what they wanted and almost gotten away. I can’t even organize my thoughts right now trying to recall the order of events of that day. It’s making my pulse spike just thinking about it.

But I do remember one thing. His name was Xalys. He had so much contempt for me once he learned I was a halfbreed, on top of the inexplicable hate he had for my entire clan. My clan is practically extinct! And he was barely older than me!
I feel like the first time I really felt any true nervousness was when he pulled out his blade and simply said “You deal with me now, boy.”