SLAP!
Marshal fumed as he ground his teeth, his eyes blazing with fury.
Before him stood Scott.
His head had snapped to the side from the blow, but he didn't move an inch. He remained standing, refusing to retaliate despite the strike.
"You stupid fool!" Marshal huffed as he stormed away. "I told you before to drag her back if you must—"
Marshal cut himself off as he grabbed a vase from a nearby stand and hurled it directly at Scott.
The vase shattered against Scott's head, and blood began trickling down the side of his face.
Even with the throbbing pain, Scott merely pulled the shard lodged near his forehead free. Then, he stood still again.
"I told you to drag her back no matter what!" Marshal roared, his anger reaching its peak. "Dominion is going to collapse, and getting her out of there is the best option for us!"
"But what did you do? Sent her a message?" He laughed bitterly, his face red as his shoulders rose and fell with heavy breaths. "I'm going to kill you!"
