Chapter 90
I’m expecting a trick, waiting for one. But the blade connects, slashing across her crab shell armor in a spray of green energy, leaving a scorched, smoking path. Where two plates join, I feel it slip through and bite into flesh, and as I dance away I can see blood blooming on her flank. “Ooh,” the Butcher says, turning to face me. She has her huge sword held in front of her now, as though its weight were nothing. “That stings.” She’s still smiling, and I can see why. This could be a problem. Her vulnerable spots are well protected, and she’s so big that I’ll have a hard time doing lethal damage unless I can get to her face or throat. Meanwhile, on the one hand, if I get tagged by that sword, it’s going to hurt, armor or no armor. On the other hand, staying out of the way of the huge bl
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