The Loyal Spartan
The loyalist’s sword, a plain, serviceable weapon of iron and steel, dissolved, melting into a pool of slag that dripped onto the stone floor with a pathetic, hissing sound.
The man stared, his eyes a wide, disbelieving mixture of fear and awe, his mouth a slack, stupid ‘O’ of shock. Hypatos didn’t hesitate. He drove the gold blade forward, a clean, efficient thrust that ended the man’s life, his body a crumpled, broken heap on the cavern floor.
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