When its through, he picks up the bloody spear, moving his arm so she can get to the other one easier. "Twas a fair shot. Wast there someone of that skill amongst them, or didst I drive myself onto it to take his head?" he asks curiously, never quite sure. "He shouldst have a good pyre if twas the former... or do Celts bury their dead? I canst ne'er remember."
He nods to the second hopefully. "Art we still waiting for them and this ridiculous plan then, or doth we get to go and remove the offender's hands and any other body part that mayst hath touched our sister?"
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