“Any pithy last words?” “Behind you,” growled Monza through gritted teeth, as The Warrior rocked ever so gently forwards. “You must take me for—” There was a loud bang. The statue’s leg split in half and the whole vast weight of stone toppled inexorably forwards. Ganmark was just beginning to turn as the point of Stolicus’ giant sword pinned him between the shoulder blades, drove him onto his knees, burst out through his stomach and crashed into the cobbles, spraying blood and rock chips in Monza’s stinging face.
Fucking KNEW the statue would end up killing him. Talk about blatant symbolism
