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For a split second, the assassin was dismayed at the pirate's witty retort. As hard as it was for Grimslade to admit, he had to concede to himself that he had underestimated this foul-mouthed, beer swilling ruffian.
Grimslade regained his composure, and made a silent promise to himself to make sure that the pirate would never live to hear his underestimation.
He had heard the insult before, when he used to hide in a particular forest, and lie in wait for passers by who used a worn and dusty path. Highway robbery was not his style; he was far too professional for that. But it was an easy source of money when it was needed.
He recalled two pirates exchanging such an insult. But that was a long time ago. He could only barely catch a glimmer of the insult's retort.
"That is because you run so fast, Skoff," said Grimslade sibilantly. He leapt at the crouched figure, aiming downwards with his faithful short sword, quick to add another insult of his own.
"My sword will cut through you like a shish kebab!" he cried.
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