He told the Pict what Asgar had suggested and the man licked his lips. |
Then the sun came up and the Pict got a look at the man who held him. |
The Pict was like a wild beast, his muscles hard as steel strings. |
A bone snapped loudly, and Balthus saw the Pict wince and falter. |
But how do you know it was not a Pict with some kind of a hook that rips instead of slicing? |
No wonder the Pict had fallen victim to his own sort of subtlety. |