Andrev caught the stone midair before it could hit him; even now his own speed and reflexes surprised him. He studied it, curious, fascinated by the way the light glinted off the flecks of crystal buried in it. Then he looked at the little boy.
“Demon!” the boy shouted.
“Human,” Andrev said. He smiled when the ground shook. The boy’s mother screamed.
“Please, have mercy on my son!”
Andrev tilted his head to one side, curious, laughed. “How easily you ask for mercy, yet how unwilling you are to give it. I think this constitutes a broken truce, don’t you?”
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