Not a member of Pastebin yet?
Sign Up,
it unlocks many cool features!
- Instead he was filled with a burst of energy that he threw into a punch of his own, connecting with the man’s jaw, which cracked under the force. The action was punctuated by the man’s yelp as he tumbled off of Kytheon.
- The boy rose to his feet, bands of light still rippling across his body.
- The chamber was silent except for the moaning of the thug who lay in a heap cradling his splintered jaw.
- ***
- Ristos made a motion, and half a dozen prisoners emerged from the rest, surrounding Kytheon.
- The boy wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing it across his cheek. He looked each of Ristos’s thugs in the eye, turned back to their boss, and grinned.
- It wasn’t long before guards pushed their way through the throngs of prisoners, but Kytheon didn’t need long. By the time the guards arrived, they found Kytheon, bloody-faced and bloody-fisted, pummeling the last of Ristos’s men.
- When the thirteen-year-old kid saw the guards descending on him, he slumped to the floor, spent, exhausted, and utterly satisfied.
- ***
- GIDEON’S ORIGIN: KYTHEON IORA OF AKROS
Add Comment
Please, Sign In to add comment
