Stabs the eye

Then it was my turn.

I attempted two blows, one fractionally after the other. The scything cut with my saber missed because of the amazingly rapid reaction of the self I’d targeted; my favorite dagger didn’t.

Its tip penetrated an eye. The crowd roared. Three throats gave a simultaneous delicious scream. Each self felt the pain. That was good to know.

Now the haggenbrood only had five eyes left.

B11 C20