IDIOT YOUTHS DISRESPECT KING’S GUARD FORCING HIM
The youths dared each other, poking and taunting the stoic sentry. Their laughter died instantly. In one fluid motion, he leveled his bayonet, its steel glint a silent, deadly promise. They stumbled back, truly understanding the force they had provoked. His unwavering eyes conveyed what words did not: the next move would be final.
