Mirtis - Takes Crusader's Power

There was a trail of blood down the edge of the alley. I could see a body in a set of medieval armor at the end of the trail.

“Is that Crusader?” Gallant asked in a low voice behind me.

A quick check of images of the costumes of the Empire showed that the armor matched.

“Be careful,” I said. “Even injured Crusader can be dangerous.”

A quick calculation showed that this much blood loss would have likely left him unconscious at least, but I was expected to tell them to be cautious.

Clockblocker moved forward, and then he stopped.

The top of Crusader's head had been removed and the brain was gone.

“Don't get any closer,” he told Missy.

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