Luneshale Pass lokma

it should have been simple.

lift chin here, dodge there. counter here, bloodspill there.

but soto's days of fighting were done with two eyes. only one now, and that one misread the distance.

as he ducks it's a second too late. kemal's jaw collides against the thin bone of soto's temple -- and it is just so;

the killing blow

only he's not dead.

just knocked plain unconscious. 

soto sinks into a swirling vortex of black; the very last thought that comes to him is marciela's cold, disapproving stare.