The blows rained down but he did not flinch even as he huddled.
“Ow, he’s boney as…”
“He sells metal. His pockets, idiot.”
Someone continued to pound him with a fist as the other two worked to straighten his arm. Ience knew that to resist their efforts would only lead to stripped teeth. No chance of replacement.
Suddenly his arm flew up like a lever and the opposite shoulder dropped. Twisting clear in an unintended flourish, he looked down at the three of them. Ience reached past the curtain at his chest and pulled a mace from the cavity there.
