Ruhn’s swinging came to a gradual halt. And in silence, they hung there, chains clanking. Then Ruhn said, “How strong is your bite, Athalar?” Hunt stilled. “What the fuck do you mean?” “If I … swing into you …,” Ruhn said, gasping. “Can you bite off my hand?” Shock fired through Hunt like a bullet. From the other side of Ruhn, Baxian protested, “What?”
