Abrial made a sour face. "He's just a stupid oaf I met in a town a couple months ago. And..we fought. I, um, forget his name, heh…He didn't leave a big impression on me. "
Behind Abrial, Finley silently curled her fists until they turned white — from what emotion, it was unclear.
"Wow!" Niklas wiggled his eyebrows proudly at Abrial, back to his inappropriate joking mood. "I knew you were feisty, but I didn't know you'd already reached that level of badassery! Bravo! I feel like a proud uncle, heh."
"Hey!" Abrial ignored Niklas, pointing her dagger at that general — what was his name? General Magnood? That sounded right. She puffed out her chest and stuck her chin out for an extra confident effect. "You just said I crippled you. You shouldn't be able to fight any more. How come you're here? Do you want to die or something? If you have a death wish, uh…I swear I can grant it! Painfully! And…humiliatingly!"
