Man of War – Excerpt No. 28

Anger boiled over like broth left on the flame for too long. Marc clenched his jaw to the point of his teeth straining while veins bulged from his neck. Without thought of consequence he turned in a snap and came out swinging.

Bertrand backed away with ease. He  anticipated this was not the likely outcome by giving him a glimpse of the truth. 

Marc connected with thin air, found his target and moved in for another shot. Every time he did so, Bertrand would back away and dodge, choosing to let the boy burn himself out rather than confront.

“I HATE YOU!” Marc screeched, his voice cracking from the strain.

The facial features on Bertrand’s face remained the same. He had seen battle, experienced first-hand the carnage that went with running a man through with a blade or blowing a hole through their chest with a musket. A boy who needed to be reminded of his manners held no sway.

Boy of French decent, in the woods, is angry. His eyes narrowed, jaw clenched, fingers formed into fists, veins bulging from neck and forehead, red faced. Clothes and scene appropriate for 1600s France.

Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.


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