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I kneas Randal, and he looked like a savage, his eyes holdingin my life

He looked up at lance, I drew enough strength to hang on Just a little longer My savior had arrived

“At last,” said one of the re at his dead coly odly face, and honestly nothing will make me happier”

Randal gave no response, but widened his stance The two rip on his dagger, holding it high and parallel with his face There was a long, tense pause And then with his free hand, Randal signaled theers

“Bring it on, you fuckers”

Chapter 12

Randal

The three reht, but I had the advantage

Growing up as I did had taught th instubborn when it cauards, e who’d been expertly trained and well battle-seasoned, long before these assassins had taken their first knife wound I kne to fight dirty and fight hard, and they didn’t stand a goddamned chance

I was one step ahead of their every move

Slicing one across the jugular, I grinned as the second stepped forward and I killed hi stab to the heart

When the last turned to faceSure, with his buddies against an unarh as old leather But face to face against oddamned pants

“Please!” he cried, dropping his knife to the floor with a clatter “I was just following orders!”

I shrugged “Any last words?”