The Sunspire All these lost halos wash away

What sort of spar was this? The man did not descend upon him to pin him down. He did not strike to draw more blood, or seek him out when there came a moment of quiet. A wave of the tail denoted the end of it rather than the snapping of teeth.

Glaukos was left feeling unfulfilled. Frustrated. Sore as well, but that he could manage. The feelings that arose within him were new and petty things he had no use for.

He was snorting piggishly and flashing his teeth while the man spoke his advice, refusing to do as he was told, while his heart hammered and soon enough his aching muscles were stiff and dead-feeling; he paced, grimacing, until the feelings abated and he could breathe, but it took longer.

If I do not react I will be killed. He states when he can talk again, pointing out what he thinks is a flaw in the elder's logic. For too long Glaukos had been targeted by others and made afraid, unable to defend himself. Now that he was capable this fool wanted him to hold back? It was wrong.