Mardichi did not miss that the demon master implied he was a fool. Something he was more than happy to let lie.
“She’s not made for your ilk, Radix.” Mardichi grinned. “I’ll not give her to you. Not now. Not ever. Keep your slimy old hands the hell off her.”
Mardichi slid to his feet. “I’ll bid you good day.”
Radix leapt to his feet a bit to agilely for his seasoned age. “I wouldn’t harm a pretty hair on her head if you give her to me. If I find her on my own…I’ll let each of my minions have a go at her pretty tail.”
Mardichi rounded and descended on the man. Grabbing a fistful of beard in his meaty fist. “Watch what you say to me.” He pointed finger in the man’s ancient face. “Lest I be tempted to rip your bottom jaw from your ugly face.”
He gave that beard a purposeful tug.
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