"And exactly what I would have done," Ski'ra added, a hint of something like satisfaction in his rough voice.
"You think like a hunter."
"That's lucky," one of the Nuwe'rak warriors corrected, but there was respect in his tone.
"Most elves of his power would have simply tried to overpower it with raw strength. You found the weakness and exploited it. That's how experienced hunters kill."
Sarhita was examining the creature's body, her liquid gold eyes evaluating the kill.
"Not bad. This one will provide good meat, and the armor plates have value. The Nuwe'rak merchants will pay a fair price for them."
She looked at Jorghan. "That was well done. Most half-bloods your age wouldn't have the calm to execute something like that."
As the Nuwe'rak warriors began the process of harvesting the creature, Jorghan found himself standing beside Ski'ra, watching the work.
"You held back deliberately," Ski'ra said quietly. "with that young elf."
"Yes," Jorghan admitted.
"Was that wrong?"
