Rosewater Oasis fight, little wolf, fight

Pah, said Sylianos with a self-confident sneer that quavered weakly when a fresh wave of heat and nausea rushed through him. Even with this gnarly-ass shit, I don't—

He cut off there as, for the first time, he noticed they had company. Where the hell did that guy come from? his eyes seemed to say as they cut sharply to Saleem. Man, this wound was affecting him more than he realized. The desert was flat as flat could be, yet this copper-bellied shadow had so easily snuck up on him. He was scarred and only had one eye. Dude had probably seen some shit.

Unwilling to be outmatched by some creep in spite of his condition, Sylianos summoned what bravado remained to him and stood taller. It took everything he had not to let his legs tremble with the effort. You better not fuck with us, he warned in a low rumble.