“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? Apparently so. This fearless little creature had no problem at all rising to the occasion of his threat. She stood there with her hands on her hips, glaring at him.
