the smuggler’s bible


Perceval and Ector de Maris have been whaling on each other all day. Like, really vicious stuff. Just brutal.

"Dude, you are kicking my ass," Perceval says, finally.

"Yeah, you too, man."

"Well, great job because I’m pretty sure you killed me, and now I don’t get to complete my quest."

"Impossible, for it is I who am slain. Don’t tell my brother it was you or he’s gonna—"

Perceval shakes his head. "No. Quit hogging my death scene."

"Whatever," Ector says, voice muffled because of how he’s lying with his face in the dirt. "Big talk from a murderer."