Venom-Tongue’s heels drummed a wild, dying rhythm against the wet flat stone slabs.
The elder’s leftover arm clawed at the air, his long, yellowed fingernails scraping uselessly against the dented copper of the master chimney pipe.
Green foam bubbled from the crater where his jaw had been.
His Uncanny life-force was tough. He refused to put out even after his skull had been driven through a two-inch plate of bronze.
Grafted viper cords twitched along his throat, desperately attempting to stitch his shattered windpipe back together.
Lu Chen stepped forward.
His heavy sandal came down on the center of the elder’s chest bone.
CRACK.
