Rusot spat at Zatara’s feet in the dust. “I think you’ve ruined him. He’d be better off without you, you know."
Zatara leaned down and picked up a fair sized piece of rubble. It seemed that it littered the streets everywhere; one couldn’t take a step without stepping over or around a broken bit of building. It was sad really, seeing their once proud city reduced to nothing but trash to be discarded. But at least this bit could still serve, she thought, as she got a feel for the balance of it in her hand. She moved closer to the arrogant Gul, nodding her head at him once almost as if in deference, before swinging the rubble as hard as she could and smashing it into the side of his face. It was a calculated move. The placement wasn’t right to crack his skull, of course – Corat would not thank her for that, however much the bastard might deserve it – but he would certainly feel it for some time, especially with medical resources in such short supply. She snapped her jaws at him, watching as blood trickled from a gash along his jaw ridge. “Thank you for the information, but I believe it is you he would be better off without.”
