Hale twisted the man’s wrist until it broke and the Black Guard dropped his knife with a garbled curse of pain. Hale seized the weapon and plunged it into the man’s eye socket, then throat, then chest. The guard convulsed beneath him, trying to get his hands up to fend off his attacker, but he was as powerless as a child. He bucked beneath Hale, his death bellows resounding like music in Hale’s ears.
this is what we call, overkill
if this is what love looks like, uh, i don't really think i want that much of it
