“What the hell do you mean you think it needs surgery?” Jack bellows from my left. “I mean, it looks like the weapon severed a couple of ligaments, but we’ll have to get you to the healers to be sure,” the other instructor says, his voice infinitely patient as he secures Jack’s sling. I look Jack straight in those evil eyes and smile. I’m done being scared of him. He ran back in that meadow.
ahahahahaha. yas girl! be smug as hell!
