Salka sat at the edge of the top of the Central Pentagon. He flipped his blade with practiced precision and caught it before it landed each time. He was not even looking at the blade but he had wielded it a thousand times to know where it could land. He could do it with his eyes closed and still not miss it.
He had been bested for the first time since he became captain of the Galka War Academy and he did not like how it felt. He had lost two of his men and it made him tremble with rage. Even more so he had almost lost something he cared for and that made him want to make someone feel pain.
It was his fault for not killing Tonga sooner. He should have killed the bastard when he betrayed his whole team. He was the team leader back then and he had caused the death of half the team.
Whoosh!!
A blade was launched to the back of his head and he moved his hand quickly and caught it with ease. He then turned around with a seething expression.
