His primal instincts knew where his enemy would be, and he kicked upward into a soft stomach. Those shadows caught him, tripped him, then slammed him back against the ground. He opened his eyes to a blurry world of shadows and filtered light. He took a deep breath and threw himself to his feet, turning to swing. His face resting in a pool of nearly dried blood, sticky against his skin. The hands smashed Siris’s face down into the stone ground.ĬONSCIOUSNESS returned to Siris like an eagle spreading its wings. Vision blurry, Siris twisted, trying to claw at the hands holding him. A knee against his back forced him down to the cold stone. Hands grabbed his hair, yanking his head upward.
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