The Nanites worked to repair the wound in his stomach. Twice now that human, Aaron Jace, had held him by the throat. The first time on Hytharia, he’d known the human would attack. He’d goaded Aaron into it. He should have killed the human then and been done with it. What he hadn’t counted on was the human’s restraint. The human had some intelligence, Halcylon admitted, but his enemy suffered no such restraint today. He had been a soldier for hundreds of years. Defeated the mighty to become leader of his race. Survived years of bloody conflict where so many others had perished. Halcylon glanced down at the fibered layers of his armor that stitched itself back together. The human’s sword should not have been able to pierce his armor, yet his newly healed wound contradicted what had been fact before. His irritation was compounded by the fact that if it weren’t for the other human’s interference, his life would be over. Halcylon pressed his lips together in thought. The human in the white armor.
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