‘A Seraph Knight? Here!’ Griggsy shakes his head. Booth doors open, revealing a mix of faces, three curious, three scared, two bloodthirsty, one ashamed. ‘Do you know what they do to Seraph Knights in these parts?’ Griggsy raises the bar and the hairs on his arm stand to attention. ‘No? I’ll—’ With a cry, the sword is drawn. Sound buffets the assembled, judging. Blood runs from ears, from noses, men run from the room. Griggsy stays, grits his teeth. ‘As I was saying, I’ll show you!’ Lightning arcs from the bar, aiming for the Vagrant’s chest. At the last moment it veers away, drawn to the
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