“You wound me,” he said, clutching at his chest. Several organs tumbled out of an open cavity onto the ground, landing with a squelch. Flurry’s stomach rebelled, and she tried to force it down. The marines on either side didn’t seem to notice—they didn’t react to her either, at least. “I’ve been fighting beside you all this time, I assure you. Our mutual enemy would have finished his work long ago without my, uh… creative assistance. I would’ve done more, but… alas, the ancients bind me as well as themselves. Perhaps fortunate for you.”