"Martha," he said aloud, naming the woman that he had declared to be his beloved – though she had yet to acknowledge the same in him. He told her that he would gather glory in this battle putting down the rogue raider, and she'd responded mockingly.
"Ten thousand men against three hundred, Finn? Is that the glory you will be giving me?" Martha had said.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Finn did not think that Martha would have responded so mockingly. There was something wrong with the giant youth that they called Vol. The way he moved. His abnormal physical might, compared to the strength of his aura. His vision – even the way his eyes looked, with those black flecks of light dancing around his irises. There was something terrible afoot.
"GAHH!" Finn struck again, just as Vol parried a strike from another man. Vol did not even turn around to acknowledge the attack. He'd heard Finn mutter the name of Martha, and Vol had put the pieces together himself.
