The commander, visibly shaken and enraged, stumbled back, his once-commanding presence faltering. Blood seeped from his arm, his face twisting in both agony and pain as he struggled to maintain his stance. This was not how he'd expected the fight to go, certainly not against one person, much less a group of mere children.
"You… You little brat…" he snarled, clutching his wounded arm. "You'll pay for this!"
Asher, unphased, merely spun the bloodstained dagger in his hand, his eyes never leaving the commander. "I think you've already paid enough," he replied with a smirk.
The commander's glare intensified, his hatred radiating off him. "You're all dead! Every last one of you!" he shouted, his voice shaking as much as his fists. He took a heavy step forward, despite the growing instability in his legs.
