Rhychard stared at his brother's body, blood covering Karl's face, his nose crooked as if broken, one eye swollen. These kids beat the s**t out of him and then had the balls to bring Karl's shattered body to Rhychard. :Kree, is he..?: Rhychard stared at Karl's chest, begging to see it rise and fall with his breathing.
:Yes, Warrior, your sibling lives. I can heal him, but I need to get to him soon.:
:Do it. I'll keep these asses from stopping you.: Rhychard turned his gaze to the one who seemed to be in charge, the Warrior's eyes narrow slits as he took a deep breath, rage fueling his words. “There better be a damn good reason for this or so help me, you won't live to regret it."
The leader laughed, turning back to his men as they joined in his laughter. In numbers, foolish people were
