Jarkal cracked his whip and the slaves moved forward. Ten miles more and he’d collect his pay.
A massive Jenda stepped out from behind a tree. “Slaves mine,” he gurgled.
Jarkal drew his sword and advanced. “Not today, Brute!”
The Jenda swung its club. Jarkal was caught off guard by the speed and violence of the assault and he crumpled. He watched from the ground as the slaves mobbed the beast and choked it to death with their chains.
“You saved me,” whispered Jarkal. “Why?”
The slaves laughed. “We saved ourselves,” spoke one.
Understanding came with the chains and death.