Bearclaw Valley Where’s the fire? What’s the hurry about?

smoke in his nostrils didn't stop ancelin, who was hell-bent on putting as many annoying wounds into the woman as possible.
but ameline's body language conveyed a new reality, and her knight caught himself with mental rein.
a snarl sounded beneath her mercy; the rook had three, two, one seconds to get the fuck out before he finished the job and put her bones on the border for idiots to avoid.
once, he glanced toward the wreathing of heavy grey.