AARYN
As he launched across the cave to the crouching Gar, Aaryn saw black—a black heart, a black life, a black, heavy world full of injustice and pain—and gave himself over to the boiling rage that screamed that nothing was fair, and no one understood. Not even Gar.
Then they hit and both of them grunted.
Knowing his Brother of the Flames weak point, Aaryn and leaped straight for Gar's right hand. When Gar had joined them for training, it was always the point any coach pushed him on. He leaned too heavily on his skill with his right and if an opponent could injure or immobilize that side, they'd have the upper hand. No pun intended.
