“Stink in Hellbog.”
“You think the damn sorceri are the only folk who can put beetles inside someone’s belly, honest warrior? It just takes us an extra step to do it. Now, you’re going to give our swords-man the chance to improve his skills, or else you’re going to the demons so full of beetles and mud they’ll have to scour you out before they can start on you themselves.”
“Shut up about the sorceri, you slop-mouthed cow. Watch out I don’t kill your damn prick for you.”
“Not the way you killed my mother, bog-meat,” said Clove.
“Kill him if you can,” said Dentblade. “I’ve trained him and his mother’s trained him. She swung a good ax and a good sword both, honest warrior. It was blasted battle-chance you jagged her.”
Thorn snorted. Clove answered with a punch to the cheekbone. Impulsive
