Redhawk Caldera Ten things you didn't know

Reyes felt something give. There was a split in the bone, a shriek sounding too close to his head, then the clatter of teeth against the base of his skull. The clunky assault left him feeling dazed but not dead; he released the limb and snaked around Niamh half expecting to be horse-kicked as he made his way.

Her pain kept her bowed long enough for him to give her more space and he climbed the path nearby — not to escape, but to position himself at an angle over her. He could have dropped down across her back and delivered a final blow; from that angle he could see the bloat of her sides and it gave him pause.

Fighting further would put her litter at higher risk. Angry as Reyes was, even he knew when to back down. He stood there triumphantly and glared down at his aunt. If this was a real challenge, he'd beaten her. The chance that Niamh would accept that was low to nil; to be fair, Reyes didn't care for taking her rank. It felt good to know he was the victor here, whatever the fallout.