A Pound Of Flesh

Nelu moved like a machine, calculated and precise, his fangs shredding through the other boy's flesh. He took no pleasure in the act, responding only as seem logical to him. The boy shrieked and stumbled back, blood streaming down his face. Nelu had one. He had defended their border and as far as he was concerned he had given this boy exactly what he had asked for and thus the pirate's response was all but baffling to him. Nelu licked the blood from his teeth. He did not know what a 'fucker' was but he could tell from the tone it was not nice. The boy asked what he had just done and Nelu missed that it was a rhetorical question so he sought to answer. "You requested violence, did you not? Did I not perform in a satisfactory manner?" He glanced to his father as if the older man might have some answers to this odd predicament. Come to think of it, this whole thing left many questions for him.