“You think you are such a warrior?” he asked, the spines in his fins raising. “Such a shame, achromo. If you step foot in this water, I will rip you apart. The waters will turn red with your blood, and I will watch it plume from your wounds—” A small pebble hit him in the center of his forehead. Freezing where he was, he touched a hand to the now stinging part of his skull. Had she just thrown a rock at him?
