I should've pressed Sampson and Jothkore to escort me - demanded it - but it's too late. Too worried about being rude, I've paid for good manners with my life. Because with the way that King is running at me, I'll be dead in seconds. Saying a final goodbye, I try not to let my bladder go, aware that one blow from him could smash my head in.
Movement to the right.
Reid jets out, sweeping across the ground under the King's legs, tripping him. His massive body plunges to the checkered marble, the impact sending him tumbling and cursing as he slides a ways to a stop. But before he's able to get up, Reid springs on his back, twisting his arm and jabbing him with rapid, pointed fingers. He flies off the King, leaving him paralyzed.
Reid looks to me and my breath catches.