sound behind me. I turn and see nothing, but finally I spot movement down near the ground and I spot her: she has tucked herself into one of the shelves, presumably in an attempt to hide from me. Her eyes stare back at me, and she clearly sees that I have caught her. In one final, desperate attempt to get away, she rolls off the shelf and out into the mud, before scrambling to her feet and heading back the way she came. Fortunately, I'm able to reach out and grab her by the arm, yanking her back and slamming her into one of the shelves.
"Get off!" she shouts, landing a solid punch against my jaw; she's stronger than I would have imagined, but she's certainly not tough enough to cause me any problems. Smiling, I take hold of her by the shoulders and watch with amusement as she struggles to get free. It is almost as if I have caught some kind of particularly noisy bug, and I can take my time deciding when to squash her. After a moment, tiring of the continued spectacle of her pathetic attempt to get free, I decide that it's time to end this charade, so I take my sword, turn it around and smash the hilt down against her head, knocking her out cold. Her body goes limp in my arms, and finally I have her fully subdued.
"Wait for me!" Sharpe shouts, racing around the corner. He pulls up short when he sees that I have caught the creature. "You have her!"
"Of course," I sneer. "Did you ever doubt me?"
"Perhaps the Forbidders have looked kindly upon your prayers."
"Nonsense!" I shout at him. "This has nothing to do with the Forbidders. I, and I alone, tracked and captured this pathetic creature, and I alone shall benefit from the glory."
"If you say so," Sharpe replies.
"I do," I say, staring in wonder at the moist, succulent human. "I most certainly do."
"Is she..."
"Dead?" I shake my head. "I was able to capture her without causing any harm, although I imagine she will have a significant bruise when she wakes up. Fortunately, I was able to avoid damaging the parts of her body that produce the best meat. One must always take care to look after one's meal prior to placing it onto the grill." Holding her closer, I examine her scalp and see that there is no blood. I was careful not to hit her too hard, although I wasn't entirely certain as to the strength of the human skull. She seems to have withstood my assault fairly well, though, and there is very little sign of trauma; I'm quite confident that she will clean up adequately, and I can hardly wait to see her flesh sizzling next to the platter. Still, I must -
"Fuck you!" the human shouts suddenly, kicking me in the groin before reaching out and biting the side of my face. Shocked, I stagger back, feeling a searing pain in my cheek as her teeth sink into my skin. It has been a long time since any adversary was able to surprise me, but the human is proving to be much tougher than I had anticipated. Still, I have no doubt that I can subdue her. I spin around, slamming her into one of the shelves, before finally pulling her away from my body; she keeps her teeth clenched tightly on my cheeks, ripping off a sizable chunk of flesh as I pound her for a second time into a section of shelving. This time, her head smashes into the wood with a resounding thud and a slight cracking sound, and finally she is knocked unconscious.
"Let there be no doubt," I say, with blood pouring from my face as I hold her before me, "that the carcass of this human will enable me to reclaim my rightful place as ruler of the Library and all its people." I hold her limp body up as high as possible, until her head is almost level with the top of the shelves. "With this creature," I shout, determined to make the gods themselves hear me, "I will begin my journey back to the Citadel!" As I hold her aloft, a trickle of blood runs from her nose, and a drop falls onto my lips. It tastes good. After all this time, after all these months of hunger, I have finally got my hands on fresh, prime human meat.
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"Get off!" she shouts, landing a solid punch against my jaw; she's stronger than I would have imagined, but she's certainly not tough enough to cause me any problems. Smiling, I take hold of her by the shoulders and watch with amusement as she struggles to get free. It is almost as if I have caught some kind of particularly noisy bug, and I can take my time deciding when to squash her. After a moment, tiring of the continued spectacle of her pathetic attempt to get free, I decide that it's time to end this charade, so I take my sword, turn it around and smash the hilt down against her head, knocking her out cold. Her body goes limp in my arms, and finally I have her fully subdued.
"Wait for me!" Sharpe shouts, racing around the corner. He pulls up short when he sees that I have caught the creature. "You have her!"
"Of course," I sneer. "Did you ever doubt me?"
"Perhaps the Forbidders have looked kindly upon your prayers."
"Nonsense!" I shout at him. "This has nothing to do with the Forbidders. I, and I alone, tracked and captured this pathetic creature, and I alone shall benefit from the glory."
"If you say so," Sharpe replies.
"I do," I say, staring in wonder at the moist, succulent human. "I most certainly do."
"Is she..."
"Dead?" I shake my head. "I was able to capture her without causing any harm, although I imagine she will have a significant bruise when she wakes up. Fortunately, I was able to avoid damaging the parts of her body that produce the best meat. One must always take care to look after one's meal prior to placing it onto the grill." Holding her closer, I examine her scalp and see that there is no blood. I was careful not to hit her too hard, although I wasn't entirely certain as to the strength of the human skull. She seems to have withstood my assault fairly well, though, and there is very little sign of trauma; I'm quite confident that she will clean up adequately, and I can hardly wait to see her flesh sizzling next to the platter. Still, I must -
"Fuck you!" the human shouts suddenly, kicking me in the groin before reaching out and biting the side of my face. Shocked, I stagger back, feeling a searing pain in my cheek as her teeth sink into my skin. It has been a long time since any adversary was able to surprise me, but the human is proving to be much tougher than I had anticipated. Still, I have no doubt that I can subdue her. I spin around, slamming her into one of the shelves, before finally pulling her away from my body; she keeps her teeth clenched tightly on my cheeks, ripping off a sizable chunk of flesh as I pound her for a second time into a section of shelving. This time, her head smashes into the wood with a resounding thud and a slight cracking sound, and finally she is knocked unconscious.
"Let there be no doubt," I say, with blood pouring from my face as I hold her before me, "that the carcass of this human will enable me to reclaim my rightful place as ruler of the Library and all its people." I hold her limp body up as high as possible, until her head is almost level with the top of the shelves. "With this creature," I shout, determined to make the gods themselves hear me, "I will begin my journey back to the Citadel!" As I hold her aloft, a trickle of blood runs from her nose, and a drop falls onto my lips. It tastes good. After all this time, after all these months of hunger, I have finally got my hands on fresh, prime human meat.
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