‘Who is that?’ the fellow called. ‘Name yourself!’ ‘Greki,’ Orman answered. ‘Greki? Greki who?’ Still advancing, Orman said, ‘Greki … the False,’ and lunged, swinging a hatchet upwards to catch the man under his jaw, splitting it. The fellow gurgled a howl, clutching his face, and fell. Orman finished him with a cut to the back of the neck.
