Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 0421

Dylan's POV

I was more than ready for this fight that was about to be raging in front of me, I just prayed to whatever higher power was listening that my comrades were equally so.

As soon as my confession left my lips, I saw the king's eyes blaze with a fury that even I had never witnessed before. He looked absolutely crazed as he ordered anyone present to kill Lewis, who was unjustifiably still shackled to the makeshift stage.

I didn't have to act too hastily, however, as I watched Oliver immediately jump to his old friends aid. While I knew that, I had to get the king out of the way long enough for someone to use their initiative and actually free Lewis from his restraints rather than just keep the royal fighters off of him, so naturally and without a single thought in my head, I charged at king Josh, throwing my entire body into his unsuspecting one and tackling him directly off the stage.

shouted as my body crashed onto the man who had taken everything from me. Even

eyes, for the first time in months, i felt him deliver a single punch to my jaw line and could taste my mouth fill up with blood from the blow. I tumbled off the top of him and onto the floor below from the impact and blinked rapidly trying to come back

the punch made me see stars and it was that moment that I realized he had in fact always gone easy on me. Every hit, or punch the king had ever delivered must have been done so with a certain amount of

that I am a man who always gets what he wants..." the king taunted as I got tackled to the ground in a display of instant karma, only this time it was

of teeth quickly embed themselves into the protection on my calf and my nails dug into the ground as my body

ashamed to admit that Lewis's predicament was an after thought as my mind was consumed with

as hard as I could before attempting to scramble away, only to be caught and pulled down to the floor once again. "Get off of me, you Son of bitch." I grabbed a rock from the floor and swung it at

his nails down the length of my calf, nicking the seem of the fabric connecting my armor together, and I

me to let out a small grunt at