Bare Hands

Engel enjoyed it a little too much when Jente knelt at his feet.

“What says your master?” the captain of the guard asked. He looked bored and skeptical of the entire proceedings.

“Master Angelus says he apologizes for the harm caused but he does not apologize for the incompetence of your men,” Jente said.

The captain scowled, irritated. Engel stood behind Jente, arms folded across his chest. He was smirking.

“Your master thinks he knows combat better?”

Jente translated, listened to Engel’s haughty reply. “Master Angelus says he can train a woman to defeat a man with her bare hands.”