The Audacity

"Welcome home."

"...Stop staring at it," Quentin sighed.

I couldn't help it. It's not like it wasn't staring me in the face.

He had been gone for five days just as he told me he was and after raising his own red flag, the flag was proven right.

He was missing the entirety of his right arm. Thankfully, it wasn't his left which was his dominant hand.

"I said stop staring at it before I gouge your eyes out," he repeated himself as he dashed towards me and smacked the back of my head with his palm.

I didn't even have time to react to it.

"...Ow," I muttered.

"I told you to continue practicing your sword while I'm gone. Color me surprised. I didn't expect you to duke it out with a dark magic user," he said, nodding his head in approval.

Still staring at his missing arm, I asked, "How did you lose it?"