Blackthorn

  Hoisting Gale up onto my shoulder I turn too the Lord. Stepping up to the little man I look down into his eyes. Grabbing his sword above the hilt I jerk it sideways snapping the blade off. Holding his gaze I give him a moment too back off. He twitches, the wrong direction. I slide the broken blade into his neck and push on the flat of the blade spinning his neck 180 degrees. There's a loud snap as I continue past him out into the hall.