8.01.2.3.1
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Anger thudded in Graisingh’s chest.
Fury burned in his eyes as he looked
up at the General. With contempt, he
swept his head aside as the general
took his headdress off.
Contemptuous, feeling a rush of blood
at winning this fight, Assawin slapped
his prisoner across the face, stinging
hard. A flash of rage burned on the
reddening face. But spears were
keeping him to his knees. The threat
to the woman had him paralysed.
Paralysed by his own weakness. To
emphasise his feebleness, Assawin
replied with a backhander. So hard
that it rocked his head backwards.
Soldiers grabbed the prisoner harder
when he tried to jump up.
