"I am cut the bloody fuck up! How do you think I am?!" His foot kicked the sword Phyffe was using away from her, causing it to slide right into the grotto itself. He was taking no chances of her taking up arms once again. Not after the injuries he suffered.
Dolemeck's face was somewhat dark, and not because he had blood running down it. He pointed the very tip of his sword at Phyffe's heart, his red eyes glaring at her. The next words that came out of his mouth would send a chill down his cousin's spine, and perhaps that of Lady Phyffe as well.
"On behalf of Arthur, Ruler of Camelot, I pronounce sentence you to death for looting a building devoted to our Lord and Savior. Do you have any last words you wish to be remembered by?"
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