Fighting Jerek
The night air hung heavy with an unshakable tension, as the bright, cold light of the moon cast eerie shadows across the battlefield. Garmond stood firm, his heart pounding against his ribcage, facing Jerek, who was still trying to process the unexpected ease with which Garmond had evaded his lethal attack. The incredulity in Jerek's eyes was clear; he had anticipated a much simpler victory.
"Maybe you're not all talk and no action like I thought," Jerek said, a wide grin stretching across his face. But the smile held a dangerous edge, revealing the thrill of the hunt in his demeanor.