Pagan O RourkeChapter 4
The attack, when it came, failed to catch them unprepared. Shliiiiiiist, Shliiiiiiist, Shliiiiiiist, the smoking blade whispered, as it sliced through flesh and bone - leaving cauterized ruin in its forge-spawned wake. Spinning, almost too fast for the eye to follow, Pagan performed his deadly dance. His opponents barely had time to replace the fallen, ere he sent them on their way. The twins were a whirling pair of roaring Tasmanian Devils. "O'Rourke!", they shouted, as their flashing...