Frank sighed. "Sif Lionheart is as despicable as she is... despotic.”

The Birthright rank goon leader paused visibly at the mention of Sif and snapped impatiently, "We have no relation to Ms. Lionheart. Hand over the Hale Marrow or die!"

"What, are you saying I'd live if I hand it over? Also, “Ms. Lionheart'?" Frank snorted in disdain. "You slipped up there, brother.”

Realizing that he had been tricked, the Birthright rank goon leader gave up on all pretenses.

"Go!" he bellowed, gesturing for his men to attack Frank.

"Wait, you wanted this, right?" Frank casually whipped out the Hale Marrow just then.

"Stop! Don't break the Hale Marrow!"

Some of the goons backed away when they saw it, afraid they would ruin it.

up at Frank, demanding, "That's it! Give it to me!" "Alright, take

front of the Birthright rank goon leader

he found himself just inches away from the Hale Marrow. "Haha...

in, as he realized he could not move

be precise, he realized he did not have hands as gravity pulled him downward, and the world

also vaguely make up three headless corpses still standing, one of which had a familiar

"Isn't that... me?"

goon leader's final thought before his vision blacked out, and he all

back at all against the

his palm, charging

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