Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
"Sestrika," asked Seif, his voice dangerously calm, "in what world does 'contact the Lord' mean Warlord Murro and not - say - Lord Burroughmeister, the head of our expedition?""Oh desert Warlord," she said, mimicking his lilting recitals with wicked glee, "Your exiled thief has fallen. We wait near the fire."
"And how far are they?" There was a weary sigh in the desert man's voice."I tolds ya mates! Dat 'splosion be da death knell o' da tyrant whore! We be free men now!"
"Shut it ya fool! Ya knows that Slaughter Town will send a new capt'n iff'n we don't elect our own. I says the capt'n oughta be who eva' kills the mistress's killa.."
"Den ya bedda wish I don't kill dem first!"
<Response Deezy?>
Her smile faded as the blade did move, but in a lazy arc that neatly cut the palm of her hand before returning to its pressing spot above her heart. Above the veil, Seif's eyes remained exactly the same, though slowly, slowly draining of (possible) fellow feelings: "You misunderstand, Abal of the Eloin. You *will* die here. Whether you are reborn as a different Abal or die the true death are the only choices I will permit you. There *is* no dodging."Abal began to laugh as she calmly pushed Seif's blade to the side and sat up. "By rite of mortal combat, my fate is yours to decide; however, your actions show that you do not wish to willfully end my life." An amused smile crossed her lips. "Therefore, I can only conclude thst Darwin does not wish for either of us to perish at this moment since neither of us are willing or able to kill the other."
Seif still had one foot on her chest. If she made a serious effort to change that fact, Seif was going to kill her. If she did not answer, Seif was going to kill her. If she asked him to, Seif was going to kill her. He was *not* bluffing in the least amount.
(He watched as those facts slowly suffused through her mind, flooded into her eyes... Last chance, Abal.)
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