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Crimson Frost
by Jennifer Estep
~How a Spartan Fighs~Oliver pulled the double scabbard away, leaving Alexei to wield the two swords. Oliver hefted the empty scabbard in his hand, and then he actually smiled. I didn’t know why or what Oliver thought he could possibly do with a piece of leather—The Spartan ducked a Reaper’s blow, then spun around so that he was behind his attacker. In an instant, Oliver had wrapped the straps of the scabbard around the Reaper’s throat like some sort of leather vise. Oliver twisted the pieces of leather and the Reaper’s neck snapped with an audible crack.
Oh. So that’s what he was going to do with it.
