Liam Reese

“Why should we shield him?” “He has fed us, Nincarly,” another more reasonable voice said. “Where was Tiernon as our children starved?” Nincarly mumbled something Besmir could not make out. He heard similar conversations around him as whispers rippled through the crowd that ringed him. “Lies will ensure your death is slow and painful, old man,” the lead soldier shouted down at Zaynorth. Herofic walked up beside his brother, hefting the large ax without any outward malice. The soldier’s eyes swung to him. “Fancy yourself with the ax then, old man?” he sneered. “One of my men favors that weapon also.” He turned to his right, nodding at one of his companions. “Arlon could fell an army with his ax, could you claim to be as good?” Herofic looked up at the lead soldier, shrugging wordlessly. “Arlon!” the soldier shouted, gesturing toward Herofic. “Now we shall have some fun.” Herofic tapped his brother’s shoulder, guiding him from his side and pushing him towards Besmir. “What’s the meaning of all this?” Besmir hissed at the old mage. “No one should have to die for me!”
― Liam Reese, A Huntsman's Fate: A Sword And Sorcery Bundle