【生肉搬运】Shrike伯劳鸟 第二章(11)

But George was still falling.
“Hey—” he called, only to realize he did not know the war god’s name.
The last thing George saw before he fell into the pit was his companion walking away from him, spinning his sword in a wicked arc before he plunged it through the heart of his first attacker.
Oh, thought George, fury shooting through him, you stupid bastard.
At the last moment, George flung out a desperate arm and managed to catch himself against the mouth of the pit, fingers digging into dirt as he hung over the pointed spikes.