"Do you want to know what makes a true hero?" Timor the Bold asked as the slavering Negahounds approached.
"More than anything!" the chipper little bastard sang out, sword at the ready.
"It is not birth or power." Timor laid a hand on the youth's back. "What it boils down to is being in the right place at the right time."
"Nothing else? Not bravery or nobility of spirit?""
"No," said Timor, and shoved the brat down the stairs. That would keep the hounds busy long enough to escape.
He'd saved the world before. He'd manage it this time, too.