“You’re right-handed, are you not, my lord?” Goll asked mockingly as he slung his short-sword high. “What are you doing!” yelled Gael. “Stop, no! Don’t! Please!” I sucked in a horrified gasp, unable to look away as Goll sliced through the air and cut through flesh and bone, his blade clinking against stone. Gael screamed as blood sprayed crimson, two of his fingers rolling across the white marble floor.
Omg wtf!!!
