As the villagers stood transfixed, a second volley fell, striking down at least four more villagers. Rolf, that rookie bastard, made a huge racket killing one of the sentries. desi xxx “Aye, but that wound will be hard to fix. Kill the fat bloke; he won’t fetch a good price.”
As Ulf turned to carry out his orders, I looked around again to make sure we hadn’t missed any of the wounded. They were herded into the center of the square. I could feel the gold slipping through my fingers. She staggered, over-corrected, and fell to her knees. The other three, two men and a boy, were similarly dispatched. The gutted teen was a mess. “Damnit, Rolf, you dumb son of a bitch!” I shouted. Four won’t survive the trip back. More intestines bulged in the mouth of the open wound.
