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Robert sticks his palm out, wiggling his fingers and she places it in his hand. Holding it between his fingertips, he examines the small scratch marks along its surface.
"Finish them," Cyate mutters, waving his sword as he walks past the two Aniterra soldiers who lay along the ground, blood coursing from their mouths into a puddle along the purple quartz rocks.
'You didn't tell me you were going to kill all of them." Nehautor says, his blue-violet eyes looking down at the soldiers. Finishing them off would be a mercy. The other Dyas Thraeg members were spread around, collecting the heads of the fallen.
"I didn't kill all of them. That one is still alive, ain't that right?" Cyate points at a young Aniterran, much younger than the others. The boy looks petrified as Cyate begins to approach him, a maniacal grin on his face.
"He's alive, because he has to deliver a message." Cyate throws an arm around his neck. The kid freezes under the touch.
"Go back to your capital. Tell your leaders the head-taker sent you."-- Reverie, Ch. 22