The Golden Farce
The sword broke against the shield before the first word was spoken. Cedric did not hear the snap. He was already swinging, the broken hilt a jagged tooth in his fist, driving it into the gap between the visor and the gorget of the man who had come for his head. The crowd in the pit roared, a sound like tearing canvas, but to Cedric it was distant, muffled by the ringing in his own ears. He was...
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