He brushed past Isend and Borneheld talking in low tones in the corridor. Surely the dandified Isend wasn’t offering to fight alongside him? As far as Axis knew the closest he’d ever come to a weapon was the fruit knife that he constantly carried with him, hanging from his begemmed belt on a small silver chain. ~BattleAxe, Chapter 7, "In the Brother-Leader's Palace Apartment"
Oh no, how dare someone be fashionable and not a fighting man!
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Oh no, how dare someone be fashionable and not a fighting man!