The Demon
He fell, got a kick in the temple for good measure, and lost consciousness for the time being, while I was left to deal with the remaining two.
They were easier to handle. I pushed one of them back and reached the other with my dagger, slashing his throat, and when the first one decided to run away—the dishonorable lout—I threw my saber in his back. It wasn’t really a throwing weapon, but what can you do?
Henry, for instance, was absolutely sure that anything could, and should, be thrown, up to stools in taverns. It was almost mocking to say, I won’t kill you, but I will injure you, and then I’ll come back and finish you off.
Bab Populer