Dexter

"And who the heck do you think you are to walk into my territory and claim to want my prey?" Irikah's voice was stern and sharp. I bet it could cut through even the mightiest of mountains.

"I am not a foe, but an ally of yours," the figure in the cloak answered.

Oh my, I just lost another one.

George had just regained himself, and before I could register it, his fist landed in my guts, then another.

"What did you say about Nana?" His eyes blazed again, slightly red.

He held onto the rag I had on, almost ripping it off me.

I chuckled lightly, "Well, I...