Adrian simply stared at the Grak for a long moment, his face an unreadable mask. He ignored the Grak's words, his boot still firmly on his throat. He was still dissatisfied.
Finally, he lifted his foot and, without a word, turned and walked in the opposite direction.
Karl was already up on his feet, his arm hanging at an odd angle as Serena finished enveloping it in a brilliant, warm, healing light. He winced, but his usual, irrepressible grin was already returning as Adrian approached.
"Are you hurt?" Adrian asked flatly.
"Pfft, hurt? That was probably the strongest attack I've ever received, not gonna lie," Karl admitted, rolling his newly healed shoulder with a wince. "But thanks to Rena, I'm all good now. That lizard hits like a freight train."
He stopped Adrian before he could walk past. "Wait, this isn't over yet, is it? What did they want? Why are they attacking us?"
