【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第七章（下）(6)
“I could push this sword straight through you and be done with you,” he continued, gripping its ancient pommel.
“And with my final breath, I’ll take what’s left of your son’s heart and tear it to shreds,” the Green God replied calmly. “Would you risk that? Would you risk his sanity for your own? You’ve done it before. Do it again.” He leaned forward until the tip of Philza’s blade tore a hole through his tunic. One swift push and it would tear through skin and bone, too. “Go ahead. Let him be the sacrificial lamb for your own peace of mind. Kill me, and kill him.”
Philza stared down the blade at the smiling god. The sword had served him for eons, and it had only failed him once, when it had left the war god enough life in him to carry out one last vengeance. It would not make the same mistake again.
In the distance, he heard Techno call Wilbur’s name. But there was no reply.
“You’re hesitating, Philza,” said the Green God.
“No,” said Philza, raising his sword above his head. “I am not.”
Wilbur’s rapier glinted in the scarlet sunlight as it cut through the air Between them, aiming straight for Techno’s heart. Techno spun backwards, the rapier grazing his sleeve and missing skin entirely. But the assault continued, fierce and relentless, the calculated movements a product of a decade under Techno’s tutelage. There should be pride, Techno knew. He should have been proud to see how far Wilbur had grown, from a spoiled little prince with shaky legs and soft hands to a hardened fighter. But, even from the beginning, he had always taught Wilbur to defend. To protect. Because that was Wilbur’s nature, that was who he was.
“And with my final breath, I’ll take what’s left of your son’s heart and tear it to shreds,” the Green God replied calmly. “Would you risk that? Would you risk his sanity for your own? You’ve done it before. Do it again.” He leaned forward until the tip of Philza’s blade tore a hole through his tunic. One swift push and it would tear through skin and bone, too. “Go ahead. Let him be the sacrificial lamb for your own peace of mind. Kill me, and kill him.”
Philza stared down the blade at the smiling god. The sword had served him for eons, and it had only failed him once, when it had left the war god enough life in him to carry out one last vengeance. It would not make the same mistake again.
In the distance, he heard Techno call Wilbur’s name. But there was no reply.
“You’re hesitating, Philza,” said the Green God.
“No,” said Philza, raising his sword above his head. “I am not.”
Wilbur’s rapier glinted in the scarlet sunlight as it cut through the air Between them, aiming straight for Techno’s heart. Techno spun backwards, the rapier grazing his sleeve and missing skin entirely. But the assault continued, fierce and relentless, the calculated movements a product of a decade under Techno’s tutelage. There should be pride, Techno knew. He should have been proud to see how far Wilbur had grown, from a spoiled little prince with shaky legs and soft hands to a hardened fighter. But, even from the beginning, he had always taught Wilbur to defend. To protect. Because that was Wilbur’s nature, that was who he was.
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