Chapter 230: The Concrete Tomb
The blue holographic projection of Lord Commander Gunther Stillbane hummed in the center of the underground arena.
Gunther crossed his massive, heavily scarred arms. Even as a projection of light, the ruler of Bastion Six radiated a heavy, suffocating pressure. He stared at Bram Stonehelm.
"Aight, let me look at you," Gunther rumbled, his deep voice carrying through the runic amplifiers. "You big. You eat cannonballs for breakfast. I watched you tank a hit that woulda folded a fortress gate like wet paper."
Gunther leaned forward. The imposing swagger dropped out of his voice all at once.
"And two days ago a pack of rabid mutts chewed your shoulder down to the bone," Gunther said flatly. "So let me put you on game right now, big man. You unmovable. That ain't the same thing as unbreakable."
