He broke it off and, as the others turned to watch him, put his knife away, took the heavy branch in both hands, and, from out of the lamed Marat’s knife reach, methodically clubbed him to death. “That’s one way to do it,” Aldrick commented. “If you don’t mind spattering blood everywhere.” Fidelias tossed the branch down to one side. “You got blood everywhere,” he pointed out. Aldrick walked back to the clearing’s center. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and used it to fastidiously clean his blade. “But mine’s in a pattern. It’s aesthetically pleasing. You should have had me do it for
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