"That your heart still beats is an insult to everything I stand for," Constanza spat.
"I'm cool with that in the same way I'm cool ignoring this whole 'blood prestige' thing. You gals aren't respecting mine and you certainly aren't explaining your rules to me, so I'm opting out of this whole 'my old lady was better at dodging arrows than yours'."
"You should not insult us this way," my closet, newest gun-buddy cautioned me.
"I agree. Do you even know who the Magyar are?" I inquired.
"No," she shrugged.
"Go find out and then we can talk," I grinned. "Until then, you are disrespecting the aim of a sniper you don't even know exists yet is stalking you."
As they were struggling to figure that out, I groaned.
"You are insulting my people without knowledge of who they are. You are asking
