The chains dug into my wrists like teeth. The dried viscous liquid still pulled at my skin every time I shifted, cracking and burning like it wanted to eat me alive from the outside. My bitten leg throbbed viciously, the puncture wounds hot and swollen. The bent horn on my head sent constant sharp pain through my skull. But lying here chained like some prize bull wasn't an option. My men needed me. The clan needed me.
I waited until the colorful fires died down and most of the Likanos guards grew lazy with drink and victory songs. Their ridiculous outfits lay scattered around tents like discarded clown skins. The tall leader had retired to the biggest tent hours ago. Now was the time.
