Ginnie's hands came back up to her face.
All the way up this time.
"WITH IT," Edda said, quietly, to the assassin.
"He is very sincere," the assassin said.
"That is a PENIS."
"Yes."
"He just — in the forest — he just took out his—"
"He is very committed to his feelings."
Ginnie had lowered her hands again. She was looking at it. The expression on her face was not the expression Edda had expected — it was not disgust, it was the expression of someone trying very hard to decide between several responses and failing to land on one.
Then Ginnie's wand came up.
A short, sharp motion. The kind of motion that in a dungeon preceded something catastrophic.
The sound that came from Duren was not a battle cry.
It was the sound of a man whose balls have been hit by a focused kinetic spell at close range, which is a sound that does not exist anywhere else in the human register and is instantly recognizable the moment you hear it for the first time.
He went down.
