Executioners World [upd] Direct

I am not a blade. I am a person.

He nodded.

She did not lower Finale . But she did not swing it, either. Instead, she reached up with her free hand and pulled off her hood. executioners world

She turned and swung Finale —not at his neck, but at the chains on his wrists. The ancient blade sheared through the leather like paper. The old man stumbled forward, rubbing his raw skin. I am not a blade

He shrugged, as much as a bound man could. rubbing his raw skin. He shrugged