Ramirez shrugged. I pushed away from the wall and touched Ramirez's arm. There were marks of a cutting tool, but it was like no knife or sword, or hell, bayonet that I'd ever seen. The one tiny edge wasn't as blood-logged, and it moved as I blew across the hand.
I was wiping Tlaloci's brains off my face when Olaf came to stand in front of me. I ignored the happy family stuff and held out my hand to him. A cheerful voice called out from the front of the house. Her reaction was worth the trip.
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