"I'll get straight to the point," Soren said. "I need your help. If you say no, I'll beat you until you change your mind."
Sausage Neck and those around him paused.
Looking at Soren like they just saw the biggeat fool.
Sausage Neck started to rise.
"A pampered little whitey. Just because you landed one hit—"
Soren moved.
Clap.
The blow sank into Sausage Neck's midsection like a piledriver. Air exploded from the man's lungs.
Soren caught his huge arm, twisted, and slammed him into the ground.
Boom.
The flesh beneath them caved. Cracks webbed outward as the heavy body bounced once—then didn't move.
Soren grabbed him by the throat. "I don't give a shit about your problems with Soulbound knights.
Now pick. You either help me and get a hundred thousand points, or you say no, and I ensure you add my name to your most hated list of Whities.
So what would it be—enough points to get out of this shithole, or should I spell out my name for you?"
Silence.
