Cardboard crunched. Giatolo drew his twin blades and kissed
bone charms made by Tu-va-illa herself.
Green eyes
glowed in the shadows—the beast killing the Mouse-Herders' flock. A grey tomcat
launched itself at Giatolo. Teeth snapped so close that he felt its hot breath.
His blades flashed. The cat snarled and batted him to the dust.
The
grinning beast grabbed him by his mouseskin vest and tossed him into the air.
The sell-sword laughed, somersaulting and landing on the cat's back.
His blades
sang until the tomcat ran off howling. Giatolo chuckled and gathered severed
whiskers to re-string his lute.
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