“ Surrender.” I said, pointing an unsheathed sword at Nael who laid on the hard floor sprawled in pain. 

“Cut him! A little jab should do.” Lupita said with her eyes hooded with a dangerous intent. 

“ What?” 

“ Cut him. He'll heal, he won't die. This looks more child's play than it does training for battle. The one Jaigan will bring up in this family if God forbid his son doesn't win the game of Druskell—” Lupita said before Luke cut in. 

“ That's enough ...