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“Surrender,” the black-armored knight thundered, “or die! None can stand before the might of my fell enchanted blade!”
The thief sighed and triggered her handbow.
The magic sword deftly sliced her speeding dart out of the air. Its wielder guffawed. Laughter whose echoes were…— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 27, 2018
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…still rolling when her second dart flashed past the knights’ backswing—and into his eyeball.
He toppled, mirth breaking off in mid-bellow.
“Unfortunately,” the thief told the corpse, “my dragonfang venom never heard that prophecy. Poisons generally lack ears.”— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 27, 2018
The knight was too dead to reply, but his sword said a very dirty word.
The thief shrugged, unimpressed; it was a word she’d heard a time or six before, and even uttered herself in warmer moments. But she gave the blade a wide berth as she strode on into the castle.#epic fantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 27, 2018
