It was pathetic, how easily Dravi was subdued.
Rastaban leveled the tip of the spear at Dravi’s throat. The moment he tried to lunge for the knife Rastaban had ripped out of his grasp, he’d run himself through on the spearhead.
“There is no bigger kill than man,” Dravi said. He lifted his head defiantly.
It would have been easy to lean on the spear and let nature finish its work, but Rastaban eased off slightly. “There are bigger kills than boys.”
“I am a man.”
Rastaban scooped up Dravi’s knife. “Only if you return tonight with a real kill.”
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