A SHARP CRACK rings through the air. I reel as Kwame’s fist crashes into Tzain’s jaw. Tzain’s head lolls to the side, a mess of reds and blacks and bruises.
Are you serious? I hope Tzain kills him. I don’t care if they are scared. How could they not see Zelie’s long silver hair as she fought in the moonlight? The man wasn’t even conscious!
