Olive laid himself flat on the ground.
One knee bent while the other leg dragged straight along the floor. His chest rose unevenly and each breath forced a wet cough from his throat.
Dark blood spilled from the corner of his mouth and spread across the floor beneath his cheek.
He lifted his head a little and looked at Fei Ming.
"You're not human… are you?"
Fei Ming stood a short distance away with the blade still in his hand. The edge remained steady for a moment before he lowered it. He stepped back and the weapon vanished from his grip, pulled into his inventory without a sound.
"You broke an arm," he said.
He gave no other reply.
Several faction members had gathered around the edges of the training ground during the exchange. Their bodies shifted uneasily while they watched the two men. A few whispered among themselves, trying to make sense of Olive's words, but Fei Ming offered nothing further.
