The outlaw coughed. Blood spurted out of his mouth. He held his stomach, panting like a dog.

"Who sent ye?"

"A-Abbot An-drew, Ex-et-er," he managed to say. He looked up at the giant, his eyes pleading for mercy.

Jagger nodded once, then pushed his sword effortlessly into the outlaw's chest. It was over.

Odo retched. It was all a bit much.

The last surviving outlaw met with the same fate. By the time Sir Jarin and ...