While I was bickering with Chuckles, Kluge had gotten close enough to be within reach of the Blade. And now he was reaching for it, like an imbecile. So I punched him in the face. “Don’t fucking touch it, you halfwit!” He staggered back, crimson suddenly gushing down his upper lip. I hadn’t actually meant to bloody his nose. But it’s not like I was sorry. “It’s one of the Eightfold’s Blades and you want to just pick it up? What the hells is wrong with you?” Glaring at me, he pulled out a kerchief and tried to stanch the bleeding. “It… called to me,” he muttered. “Well ignore it, for fuck’s
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