"Ugh!"
Emerson spurted blood, his spiked red scaled skin was covered in his green blood, his green eyes were shaking.
His lanky body was nowhere to be seen, now replaced with the bulging body of a beast, that of the razor lizard.
Neither his vicious teeth nor his claws saved him from taking a beating at Ezra's hands.
Emerson had known he'd lose, he just didn't know how much.
He was a shifter, one with a gifted physique that allowed him to twice his siblings in lesser time.
Yet he'd lost so wholesomely.
He now understood why Ezra wasn't looking forward to the duels from the start.
Emerson thought Ezra was just being arrogant, but the moment the fight began he understood the difference.
Like Benedict, his view of the world was shattered.
'I thought I was pretty strong'
Emerson snickered.
'I thought wrong'
The meaning of strong was being revised in his mind.
Quickly, Emerson was carried to the healing bay.
