Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel Chapter 1953

Thomas dropped all pretext of courtesy. He leaped towards Morgoth and swung his fist.

The punch was so deadly that it left a whistling sound in its wake. It is clear that he was no ordinary fighter.

Thomas's men cheered him on.

“Awesome!”

“Show them how it's done, Captain!”

“Teach him a lesson!”

Morgoth did not even flinch. He watched in amusement as Thomas's fist approached him, but made no attempt to avoid it.

Thud!

His fist collided heavily into Morgoth's face.

Thomas's men whooped. Even the guests joined in.

Aron looked worried. He frowned and turned to Sherman to see how he was taking this.

Sherman and Pathol did not appear bothered. They watched on with interest.

Expecting to shatter his nose and getting his hands dirty with blood, Thomas was unpleasantly surprised.

His fist, upon striking Morgoth in the face, felt as though he had punched into a block of steel. He recoiled in horror, feeling his hand gingerly for broken bones.

Looking up at Morgoth, he did not seem too fazed. There was only a reddish bruise where

Thomas's fist had struck.

“I thought you are a lieutenant of the God of War. Is that all you've got?” Morgoth taunted. “I must say, I'm very disappointed.”

“Are all men in the North Army as pathetic as

“You scum, how dare you speak ill of our Army?” Thomas roared. “I will beat you into a pulp.”

He swung another punch. This one was swifter, more powerful.

It was a blow that could have struck a buffalo dead.

At the last second, Morgoth moved out of the way and grabbed Thomas by the wrist. “You're weak,” he scorned.

Thomas was caught off guard by the speed of his opponent.

Before he had time to react, Morgoth snapped his wrist violently.

The pain in his chest and right arm was becoming unbearable. He struggled to his feet again.

Before he got up, Morgoth strode over to him and stomped his head into the ground.

“You have some skill, but you think you're good enough to pick a fight with the Goldstein family? Did you think you could speak to Mr. Sherman disrespectfully?”

Thomas gritted his teeth. “I'll admit defeat, but you shouldn't be too pleased with yourselves. When Nathan gets here, you'll be wishing you hadn't done that.”

Morgoth laughed. He turned towards Sherman for further instructions.

“Those who took part in killing a member of the Goldstein family must pay the price,” he said quietly. “Send him to hell.”

“Yes sir!”

Morgoth lifted his leg to prepare for the killing blow.

The bystanders grew pale. Some averted their eyes, unable to bear what was coming next.

Thomas lay there helplessly. This is the end for me.

Suddenly, a clear voice rang out. “If you dare step on him, I promise you that you will lose that leg.”