Drea sunk her spear down farther into the Vadrui’s gut, the lizard grunting a wet and vile sound as cold steel skewered his insides. “This is your last change, thing!â€? Drea growled, her voice low but vicious with cruelty, “Tell me where I can find your master and I will let you die in peace.â€?

The Vaudrui, Cissak as he was known by his brothers, glared upward with black, glassy, serpentine eyes filled with malice at the creature responsible for his defeat. The Lupa woman was light for her kind yet bore a prowess unseen in even the most elite of their warriors’ ranks. Some magic added her skill no doubt, for even the thick scales that covered his body were easily pierced when the wolfling’s spear found its opportunity to bite.

He had been bested and fell honorably. Death was near taking him, but the vulgar wolfing would not accept the sanctity of his demise. She had the audacity to make demands of him.