From the shadows of a tent leapt a lithe young man with a warm, handsome face that was twisted in fury. Li Jun deftly dodged the swipe Greg the guard aimed at him with his sword, then flew to where Shao Cheng had a hold on Bill, poised to reach out, pull him off the guard, and drag him away.
SLAM.
Li Jun whirled around and fell to the ground. He lay there for a moment, face in the dirt, blood dripping from between his lips into the grass. He spat out a shining white, bloodstained tooth into the grass and stared at it, holding the swollen side of his face, which was already bruising awfully.
Shao Cheng…had kicked him.
Hard.
So hard that his eye was swelling up, along with that whole half of his face, and his head was buzzing and spinning. When Li Jun was conscious enough to look up at Shao Cheng through one eye again, he saw those two obsidian eyes glaring down at him, burning holes through his skull with hate.
