Pins the fiend

His left hand ceased its rubbing and rested for a moment at his side, palm uppermost. I stabbed down with the blade, right through it. I expected it to come to a stop, but instead it bit deep into the rock and held firm.

The Fiend let out a bellow of rage and attempted to tug his hand free, but Bone Cutter was embedded to the hilt in his bleeding palm, the blade stuck fast.

I scrambled up onto his chest and jumped down the other side. His right wrist was still tied to the rock, so my job was easier. I drew the Dolorous Blade, and thrust that through his right hand. Now that he was immobilized, I drew the third, bigger hero sword—the Destiny Blade. I wondered now if, all along, its true destiny had been to end the power of the Fiend. Was that why it had been forged so long ago? Had this been its true purpose?

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