As the captain drew close, he spotted a smaller figure between two of the Zarnites walking up to him—something he’d missed.
The absence of light had obscured his view at a distance of the person wearing a ring that glowed like hot coal on its pale finger. The Watcher, the captain realized and he released his weapon. They were now in real trouble.
How do you deal with a creature that normal weapons are useless against? The only way he knew to deal with a Watcher was to separate the ring from its finger—an undertaking more easily contemplated than feasible.
“You know the consequence for breaking curfew,” one of the Zarnites said as he walked to the side of the captain, who kept his head down. His eyes stayed on the Zarnite’s shadow on the ground.
The captain felt a cold hand land across the side of his face sending his head swaying from the force. He made no sound, straightening his head while still looking down.
“We have a silent one here,” the Zarnite said with mock severity, “and do I sense defiance?” He moved to strike the captain with his hand rolled into a fist.
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