The Devil Stirred Your Broth for You

Her blade was a blur of white fire, and men went down like ripe grain before the reaper with a deep roar. The last turk on the battlement screamed, parried wildly as she pressed him. With a twist and a wrench, she tore away her sabre, severing the wretch's fingers. Godfrey approached red sonya, who was cleansing her blade, swearing softly,. By god, my girl, he said, extend a huge hand. Had you not come to my aid, i think i'd have supped in hell this night. I thank thank the devil. Retorted red sonyA, rudely, slapping his hand aside. Don't