“Right now, I see that blond asshole with the curly hair, stalking around invisible-like by the exit to the stadium. He’s carrying this crazy, evil-looking sword, and I swear that thing is talking to me.” “What is this sword saying?” Finnegas asked, suddenly very interested in what Larry had to say. “Gibberish,” Larry replied. “But everything it says has to do with blood, killing, and death.” “That would be Moralltach,” the old druid said. “Colin, get everyone out of here, now.” “Shit. Alright, gather ’round, people.
Time to retreat from the scene as another enemy awaits
