“‘Oh, shit…’ I hissed. “Dior blinked, his arms wrapped tight and shivering. ‘What?’ “I spun on the spot, heart sinking. ‘Oh, you saints-buggering, cack-gargling TWATGOBLIN!’ “‘What?’ Dior demanded. “I knew not how it happened. Mayhaps it’d been cut away when that thrall stuck me with his pigsticker. More likely, I lost it wrestling with this idiotic little turd as he tried to drown us both. But the how of it made no difference at all. “I’d lost my bandolier. And with it had gone my black ignis, my spare silvershot, my few remaining silverbombs, and worst, worst, worst of all … “‘God spunks in
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Twatgoblin
