【生肉搬运】Shrike伯劳鸟 第二章(7)

The war god seemed to be more than happy to launch himself into the crowd of very angry, very dangerous, very well-armed people, his deadly grin only matched in ferocity by his own drawn blade, but George was unarmed, tired, and—most importantly—completely uninterested in another bloodbath.
Bloodstains took too long to wash out, and his cloak was new, godsdamn it.
So he grabbed the war god’s wrist, ignore his shout of protest, and dragged him right back the way they came.