Reaching - Part 6

But there was a principle inherent in counter attacking that captured Verdant's attention strongly. The way it opened up an enemy, and left them a step behind, ready to take whatever attack that was to come their way…

Blood was dripping down Verdant's hands, making the shaft of his spear slick. He eyed that blood. Gadar came in with his next attack. He was a methodical and ruthless foe. He was willing to chip Verdant slowly and patiently away, he cared not.

With his face near, Verdant did what every Lordling ought to have been ashamed of doing – he cast the blood of his hands towards his foe with a flick of his wrist. Even Bohothmothia would have begrudged that action – there was no honour in it. There was nothing priestly.