Broken Swords: The Last In Line

Gods be damned, I hate this forest.

I'm just glad the rain's finally letting up.

That won't last.

Cut the chatter.

How's our rear?

No sign.

Think they may have pulled back.

DJ, how's home?

Seems clear, bring it in.

Keep an eye out for leeches.

Hob, how long until the inside perimeter is secure?

Keep interrupting me

and you're looking at a big, fat never.

How about I slit the little toad down the middle, Top?

How about I punch an arrow straight

through your pretty little neck?

Leave Hob alone, Whisper.

You know she can't help it.

She's just huffed too many of her own potions.

Play nice, soldiers.

Got a stray, north grove.

Kaylee said you shoot like you screw.

I guess she wasn't lying.

What does that even mean?!

It means you can never find the target.

You know.

Oh, come on!

That's low, look, I didn't ask for this job!

You got the job because Switch isn't

here and I told you to do it.

So pipe down and kill shit.

Dammit, where the hell are our people?

Manoj nakoshtos!

Done.

The perimeter is secure with shriekers.

You're welcome.

Good job.

Quit smacking your torc,

or you'll break the enchantment again.

Who's gonna secure the outside perimeter?

You volunteering?

Let's see you take your new trophy shield

up to Ghostwatch new guy.

I'm not new.

It's covered.

Covered, right!

Judge got back today.

Huzzah.

I hope we all survive the reunion with that tree-hugging

- psycho... - Hobnail,

my friend, you better quit while you're ahead.

And while you still have a head.

Whisper.

I see them.

200 paces out.

They got Slab!

Seven hells, he does not look good.

Keep them covered until they get inside,

then post to Ghostwatch.

I've only got so many arrows.

Then pick better targets.

Whisper, DJ, Marko, secure the second floor.

Mission accom, accomplished, Top.

Good job, all of you.

Where's Wymrick?

They almost got Kaylee, too, but we...

We traded one life for another.

Wymrick the Red will be missed,

and as soon as we get home,

we will give him a proper send off.

Until then, there is work to do.

It's good to have you back, Slab.

Now let's get you fixed up.

Those mother-humping Nosck gutterdogs...

Cut him open with mordine-barbs.

I've tried every spell I know,

and every elixir in my bag, but he won't stop bleeding!

It's the damned venom.

- Maybe Hobnail can... - No!

You keep that gods-forsaken abomination away from me.

I need you healed up as soon as possible.

Use this.

It'll stop both the venom and the bleeding.

I'll die before I let you touch me

with any of Hob's potions.

That's not one of her's, son.

It works.

That stuff's not meant for our kind.

We can't use it.

It works until it doesn't.

It hasn't begun to quicken yet.

Hey, guys.

I don't feel so good.

Better ask that goddess of yours for some

actual help, Kaylee.

Top, don't make me do this.

Use it, Kaylee.

Then clean the wound before it quickens.

It's okay.

I can handle it.

He goes first.

Fix him, that's an order.

Flewellyn, move Slab to the Chopshop.

Switch, Buttercup, to your posts.

See anything?

No.

Wait, I do see something.

It's your missing spine.

It was the Samada soldier hiding behind that bush, not me.

I just went to finish him off.

That's called protecting your flank.

Really?

And did you kill him?

Because I don't remember seeing you draw your weapon.

He was already bleeding to death when I got there.

There's nothing for me to do.

Thanks to all the arrows you guys put into him.

That's called overkill, by the way.

I mean, the Samada are tough and all,

but you freakin' archers are just way too enthusiastic.

What color are the feathers?

One blue, one orange.

And the third?

The killing arrow?

Wouldn't you like to know?

This one wasn't caused by mordine-barbs.

But, the venom's in your body so won't stop bleeding.

What did it?

Ice blade or a Vine sword?

What difference does it matter?

Just get on with it!

Well, smart guy, if I treat an ice blade wound

with this blood sap, it'll quicken straight away,

lighting you up from the inside, and then lighting up

this barn and then lighting up the entire forest.

Bullshit!

There's not enough of it in there.

It'll light me up, definitely.

You, maybe.

Him, hopefully.

I forgive you, Slab,

because you're probably gonna die.

But you should know that arguing with a child

is a dangerous and ill-advised endeavor.

Call me child again, Flewellyn,

and I'll make you eat a torch.

Now, Kaylee, you know what Top says

about starting a fire you can't put out.

- Fuck! - No, no!

- Don't waste! - I don't care if I burn up,

just get him to shut up already!

Son, don't keep doing stupid stuff like that.

I'm rather keen on not visiting the Sword Halls again.

Again?

That's for being an idiot.

Do you want me to hold him down?

No, just leave.

She'll be as gentle as always,

but it's still gonna hurt like hell,

so brace yourself.

Looks like you fucked a hill

full of fire ants there, big guy.

You sounds like DJ.

Don't insult me.

God, I really hate this kingdom.

I am not worried about the pain, I can handle it.

I just don't want the others to think that...

I'll twist a cantrip to speed the healing.

It's not much but, just tell me when you're ready.

That Nosck shield Marko picked up is pretty tough.

Yeah.

Too bad he's about two feet too short

to lug it around.

I don't know.

He can block a lot of shit with it.

You're bucking for two straight weeks of latrine duty.

That girl has a mean streak in her

that rivals Hobnail's.

Cruelty isn't in her nature.

She just grew up too quickly.

War does that.

I don't understand them.

Who, the Nosck, the Samada,

or the weirdos who hired us?

The Nosck.

Like every day, right now, right before dawn,

they lineup on the battlefield,

set their weapons and armor aside,

sit down bare assed naked in the snow,

and meditate or, I don't know, pray, or whatever.

You have way too much free time

to think about stupid shit.

That's crazy if you ask me.

I didn't.

Remember that recon a few days ago?

I overheard some Samada soldiers say

the Nosck have icefire in their veins, huh?

I bet you that keeps them... Shh!

What is it?

What?