“You were bred to serve, Urujar,” Arikayurichi said, and Loch could hear the sneer in its voice. “You belong in the fields, tilling the soil to grow crops for the more important servants.” It lunged in, and Loch blocked one blow, slapped aside another, and then rolled away from its furious onslaught. “Oh, no,” she called back, “not racism. How will I ever keep my feelings in check from that?” She laughed, spinning Ghylspwr into a guard. “But by all means, come and get me, big guy.”
