‘You stabbed me, you bastard!’ Even as he said it, his words fell away as he looked at the Barghast. The huge warrior had taken more wounds than Mallet had thought possible. He had been chopped to pieces. Yet he did not ever so much as waver as he grinned down at the healer. ‘Stabbed you, did I? Good.’ Mallet grimaced. ‘I see your point, you blue-toothed cattle-dog. Why should you get all the fun?’
