A flash of purple coming out from the trees felt like it could have blinded Fiona and permanent damage if she stared at it too long so she closed her eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, terrifying wails of despair from the Zanbar warriors testified to Tiamat's unfailing determination to kill them all.
She flinched as she saw Tiamat battling some of the more ruthless and stronger Zanbar warriors who, just like him, had a warrior's pride and refused to go down easily.
For them he reserved a special move that with a flick of a wrist his sword gave a bold slash that ripped out their jugulars, blood splattered all over Tiamat.
Violence in her world was forbidden and the penalty for being a killer meant death or life imprisonment.
Here in Tiamat's world, things were different, people wore their violence like a badge of honor, you could not retain your stronghold without a measure of violence.
