Not too creative, but at least he hadn’t killed the bastard, Drekk thought. The half dozen criminals still standing stared in confusion. Ryen fought them in front of an audience. Cheltam, Erin and Drekk drank while they watched and traded comments from the corner of the seediest bar in Four Walls. “That’s it?” Drekk asked. Ryen’s glare was all he needed. Like clock-work, his dick spiked. “Considering he’s only taken out half their number without a casualty, I’d say he’s on the right track.” Rafe nodded at Ryen to continue and ordered another round for the table. “I don’t know,” Erin said as four Mardu launched themselves at Ryen. “I think he’s getting sloppy. He would have had this mess cleaned up in no time in the old days.” Drekk snorted. “Erin, in ‘the old days’ he’d have had this mess dead. I think he’s using considerable restraint.” Pride was his constant companion around Ryen.
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