Errors of Compassion

(Ashdeer POV)

"You always were a softie at heart Ashdeer..."

Ashdeer looked up at the spiked boots and then the dark breeches. Ashmeer was peering down at him. Ashdeer recoiled in shock as he saw the younger man. Most of his face was covered by a livid scar, the one he had had earlier had become a larger one than the one had had. 

Ashdeer attempted  to get up, but Ashmeer said, "Hey....careful. No sudden moves brother. We don't want to scare all my entourage. I would suggest you to place your sword on the ground and then very very slowly, stand up straight and place your hands where I can see them."

Ashdeer looked around him and realized he was surrounded. Even shifting back to Dragon form was not possible right now with his broken rib. The shift would not happen. 

But Ashmeer did not know that. 

Ashmeer smiled at him, as he stood up straight.