Charles Tillman

“I think it might be a good idea. Some things still need to be worked out, but I think it could benefit everyone.” She shrugged. “I suppose you lot should decide what you want to do and who you want to speak for you.” The man who had pushed himself to the front, Lukas Hass, turned to the crowd and raised his voice for all to hear. “You heard what the lady said, so what will it be? Work with this Smythe and his folks or not?” There were a few calls of no, but the majority of the people were swayed by Kelly’s willingness to try. When that died down, Lukas spoke again. “So, it seems most of you want to give it a try. Now, who do you want speaking for you?” This time there was no dissent; everyone yelled her name. “Lukas, what the fuck?” Kelly spluttered. He faced her. “Kel, you have kept this lot active and occupied since we got here. You had me and the boys help you organize shelters and then the distribution of food and water.” She shrugged, “So, what’s that got to do with me being the speaker? I’m just a young…” “Don’t you finish that Kelly O’Donnell. You and me both know it’s shite, so don’t you even think it.” He glared at her a moment, then his face broke into a grin. “Besides, I’ve known you all your life, and if you weren’t in charge, you would make life hell for whoever was if you didn’t agree with ’em. I’m just cutting out the middleman here.” “Lukas Hass, I never.” A”
― Charles Tillman, Retaliation

“Your form and instincts are good, Yuko. You simply allow yourself to see what you want instead of what is. You can’t let your frustration and anger blind you. Against a less-skilled adversary, you would have been successful. Unfortunately, one seldom has the luxury to pick their foes based on known skills.”
― Charles Tillman, Reprisal