Brutus threw his head back and laughed, a booming, arrogant bellow that rattled the stone urns along the sanctuary perimeter. "A little silver slip of a girl with sewing needles!" the brute roared, spitting a glob of phlegm onto the marble floor. "I will chop off your pretty legs first, little Luna, and let Elder Malakar teach you manners in his cellar!" Brutus lunged forward with terrifying explosive speed, swinging…
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