C45 Jethro

Jethro's eyes met mine, and I could see in them the angry fire that burned within. He advanced on them, low in tone, very menacing. "Let her go."

The rogues laughed, though I could tell from their stances and tones they were scared. These were rogues, trained from birth in street fighting and surviving, yet none of them wanted to fight Jethro.

"Too late for that." He said it through his teeth