The Beast Leader had no idea how he had landed on the hard, unyielding ice.
His body slammed into the ice with a muted crack, resounding across the battlefield like a shame drum.
The impact knocked the breath from his lungs, and he lay panting as frost bit into his flesh.
For a while, he could do nothing but lie there, the world whirling about him, the silence in his ears broken only by the rush of his own blood.
When he finally managed to struggle upright, still reeling from the blow, his hand automatically rose to his cheek. The skin there throbbed violently beneath his fingers, tender and swollen. He pulled his hand away and already noticed dark smears of purple blossoming beneath his skin—a mark of defeat, a bruise too ugly and too noticeable to be ignored.
Yes… he had been punched.
And the culprit?
Kael:"."?
