He sighed, walking away some distance from the carriage. Then he turned, imposing demeanor gone, and gave a sweeping bow. "Your Majesty, you're free!"
Jectree hadn't meant to do it that hard. It was just a punch.
Jectree sighed, and hooked Taylor in the jaw. It was a clean, perfect punch, not faked whatsoever. He felt a slight twinge of regret, bringing him down like that.
He turned away. "Let's go."