Grey coughed up a mouthful of blood and groaned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as the last remnants of The Relentless' Dominion finally disappeared. Across from him, Brad lay sprawled over the broken courtyard with one hand still wrapped around the massive hammer, completely unconscious and wearing the faintest stupid grin on his face.
'Look at that bastard sleeping like a fucking baby while I'm dying over here.' Grey planted a hand on his knee, pushed himself upright, then leaned back until several cracks ran up his spine. "Fuck. That's better."
Petri watched him with wide eyes. His gaze moved from Grey to Brad, then toward the hammer, and Grey could practically see the gears grinding as the bald bastard slowly pieced together what he had just witnessed.
Petri's lip twitched. "You... are you in the Dominion Class?"
Grey looked himself up and down, chains and all. "Do I look like I'm in the Dominion Class?"
"But just now—"
