The Fighter and the Pirate Queen had much in common. They loved the battles they fought, not for the destruction but for the sheer thrill of the fight. But while the Queen was skilled, the Fighter had spent his life in the study and practice of the fighting arts. His techniques were impeccable and his methods had the flair and style of a classically trained dancer. For all his grace, there was an undercurrent of anger and a burning desire to learn more, as though he could never be skilled enough. Fellow fighters, jealous of his abilities and lacking his fervor, called him Wrath- but never to his face. He was clearly an asset to any quest. But would he be willing to stay with her? She could not begin to guess his motives.
The Fighter Wrath
