‘I’m saying no,’ said Clover, firmly as he could without raising his voice. ‘It’s not a negotiation. No exceptions. It’s a no.’ The one in the hood looked to be getting a bit upset about it. ‘That was my father’s sword, you—’ There was a crack and Clover blinked as blood spattered in his face again. Downside had split this bastard’s head, too. ‘What the—’ ‘Sounding a bit feudy to me, Chief,’ said Downside, wiping his axe.
