There was no way he would sit by and watch Ruto face an impossible choice.
It's better to end the problem at its source. If he isn't here, Vulcan will have no leverage over Ruto, and there will be no need for Ruto to return to this forsaken camp.
The knife tightens in Juta's grasp as he slowly traces the sharp tip to his wrist. The cut comes without hesitation, his pained cry sharp enough to draw attention tearing through the air.
The soldiers enter instantly, just as Juta predicted. They glare at him with disbelief and confusion.
"Don't just stand there, I need help!" Juta grits, gazing at them.
The dragons stare at the blood dripping from his open wrist. It would be obvious to anyone with half a brain that such a deadly cut couldn't have been accidental.
"I need bandages or I will bleed to death," Juta says again, but their faces remain rigid.
"What were you doing with a weapon? What tricks are you planning? Do you think you can take us both?"
