The Quillonian rocked back and stared at the ceiling. “The gods are mocking me.” Not again. “It’s a challenge.” He flexed his arms, his elbows bent, his clawed arms pointing to the sky. “Very well. Like a primitive savage who sets out to tame the wilderness armed with nothing but a knife and his indomitable will, I will persevere. I will wrestle victory from the greedy jaws of defeat.
:D
