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Silas reeled away
The diseased wo me, prick” Took a swipe at Silas, missed, then ran into the smoke
Silas knew the Wane was passed on sexually, but like everyone, he let stiget the better of hiated for more than containment
Out of breath, herand entrance hall A huge tapestry burned on one wall, while another was being torn down Chairs, tables, and their decorations lay strewn about the place Guards, working-class, and peasants alike all traded bloith each other One peasant had even got hold of a sword and swung it in vicious circles Many dead or unconscious people lay at the feet of others, faces smeared with blood
Silas needed a weapon, soh the crowd He picked up a splintered piece of picture frame as he moved toward the rabble This’ll have to do
He pushed through the crowd Warm blood peppered his face The woman next to hiuard’s sword This would be a nuet out, the more likely he would catch a blade
A weasel of aa fist in Silas’s direction An easy slip followed by a counter punch put thea look of confusion across his stupid face A burly woman came at him next, shiny cleaver in hand Her first swipe missed, and the second ended up in the back of a man who’d stumbled toward them Silas punctured the woman’s arround, and relieved her of the cleaver
He dashed for the open doors, but as he reached thee man, face slick with blood, drove a shoulder into Silas’s already sore ribs Silas fought hard to regain his balance, then, with a backhand swing, planted the cleaver into the man’s neck The spray of blood forced his eyes shut, and he had no choice but to feel his way through the doors
Screaave Silas an idea of the violence awaiting him in the castle’s ht the fighting inside the castle resembled chaos, but he took it all back What he stared at noas true chaos
Ss Thousands of people fought in the streets A battlefield The dead, bloody and strewn in bent and twisted positions lay on steps, over walls, atop carts, and across the cobbles Is this all Mara? Is this the work of the deht upon the world? He rubbed at his side where Mara had stabbed hiaping hole The boy can do good, he just needs to be led down the right path I need to stop him
He wasn’t far froh its hed hard and dry as he stu Peopletired haymakers at each other
He stopped The twins he’d met in the clock tower only yesterday lay dead, both with bloody x’s carved into their faces He checked over the houses, lads
Silas took a hard smack to the chin, followed by a kick in the ribs on the other side He curled into a ball and protected his head the best he could Kicks thus and arms from too many directions to make sense of He rode out the punishment for what felt like forever before the people fled, then fell to
his side His head lay in so wet My blood? So ht well kill him
A white horse with golden blinkers, stained with blood, reared at a crowd of people jabbing at it with lengths of wood Silas struggled to his feet, his head throbbing on the wet side He winced as he touched his stinging eyebrow, his fingertips stained with fresh blood I’ll die if I don’t get out now He s to the back of the horse One chance If it kicks me, I’m done for