"Do not interrupt or question me." Master Sung's tone dropped low and cold. "And do not interject me while I speak..."
"Wait," Master Sung suddenly realized, his voice trailing off as confusion crept into his tone, "how did you know his name was—"
It was at that exact moment that Master Sung turned to look at the person—or rather, the creature—whose arm was wrapped around his shoulders with such casualness. His eyes, which had been scanning the sky and the surrounding area for any sign of their vanished opponent, finally focused on the pale, scaled form that was standing directly beside him.
The realization struck him like a freight train. It was the one-eyed creature. The thing they had been searching for was standing right there, had been standing there for an unknowable amount of time, close enough to kill him a dozen times over without anyone noticing.
