Racath tapped the offending Goblin’s shoulder. Growling, the creature reluctantly turned away from the woman to face him. It did not release her arm.
“What?” it growled, baring its teeth threateningly.
The Genshwin said nothing in reply. He just stood there, towering over the mongrel, a pillar of black shadow and burning eyes. He had more than a full head of height in his favor.
The Goblin snarled impatiently. “You gots sumthin’ you wants to say, whelp?”
“No.” Racath’s voice was lethal-flat. “I just wanted you to see this coming.”
He straight-punched the Goblin in the snout.

Author: S.G. Night