Deep down, Reed knew that it was going to happen. As serene and enlightened as the Ancient Mulians cared to appear, their people were everything but that.
They were a people full of ambition, emotion, and most importantly... grievances aplenty.
Reed hastily crouched as low as he could before a big, blurry thing flew over his head and ungraciously crashed nearby like a wayward meteor.
That wretched meteor was Tal'quilo, the imbecile who proclaimed himself an expert in dealing with marital problems. Tal'quilo's ragged and bloody appearance betrayed everything he had told Reed not only thirty minutes ago, but the jury was still up in the air for now...
Well, he isn't dead yet. That has to count for something, right? That means his begging worked. No, wait... She might just be pulling her punches in an attempt to savor the inevitable kill.