Then he did give way a bit. “No! No no no no no no no!” She ran towards them, her arms outstretched, but he blocked her. Blueskin fought his way towards it, and exerting all his strength, cutting right and left as he proceeded, reached it at the same time. She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. For a long time she surveyed a row of towering holly-hocks, as though they offered an explanation. Sheppard. Just. Besides, she will do no such thing.
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