"They have no power, no potential, and no status in the martial arts community. They're a disgrace, a bunch of trash not worth your concern. Your old man is teaching losers who will never amount to anything."
Noah's expression remained composed despite the insult to people he cared about, refusing to give the bastard the satisfaction of an emotional reaction.
"Enough talking," Noah said flatly, his patience for conversation exhausted. "What do you want?"
Sand's grin widened further, his body language shifting subtly into a combat stance that was so natural it seemed casual rather than aggressive.
His eyes gleamed with anticipation.
"I want your life," Sand stated simply, as if he'd just announced plans to go grocery shopping rather than commit murder.
