Blood on the Sand

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Kamon's breath came hot in quick and ragged gulps.

His flight had not always been this dramatic as he fled into the Tos'sahiri, deep within the barren desert tundra that stretched beyond the Bear's Crest towards the beginning of the world, and though he had thought they would not follow him here, they followed yet, and they had horses. It didn't seem as though he could outrun them, so he stopped beside the barren scrub and squatted down to catch his breath.

His lower robes were in tatters, and his bare chest bore the little scars that came from disregarding sharp and whiplike foliage. He had not regarded it while running. Why should he have? He was only a little cold and the running had kept him warm. His sweat did not cool, it evaporated. Such a power welled within his chest that he knew he could not be resisted, if he chose to fight.