Alpha Toph

“Tell your goons to release me,” I gritted at the dark descendant through clenched teeth, breathing in the rustic brine of his scent that seemed to coil the hairs in my nose.

We were still at the clearing beyond the forests, the ratty lowlands after the three city castles where Gobar and his goons were holding me, hostage. 

Man, I would have sworn pigs could fly if I ever had to believe I would have descended so low that some dim-witted humpback goons would drag me across forest plains and I wouldn't be able to do jack-shit about it, to rip them to shreds the way I would...