"You… you think you can revolt?" snarled the leading general to Feng Jiu, but as soon as the words left his lips, he saw a figure flash before him, grab his wrist, and bend it downwards with a horrible crunch as the sound of the bone splintering pierced the evening together with the sound of the general screaming out in pain.
The sharp sound of his scream surprised his royal guards, and they instinctively unsheathed their swords. Also in this instant, though, their general slammed down to the ground, and all they could hear was his moaning. Even his wretched screaming had died down.
Also watching the man lying prostrate on the ground were the virtuous and resolute Feng Guards. Diffident, the men were in a cold sweat, unwilling to step forth.