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He stands across from the many eyed, sabre-toothed beasts who’ve littered the Punjab with their vile trap.  

He tilts his head the way an apex predator regards a lesser carnivore that claims the ability to draw blood. A tiger taking stock of a house cat.  

He smiles, and he relishes the way they shift weight when he smiles.  

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He tilts his head the other way, and then in a circle on his neck, a strange almost serpentine twist, and shudders once, and violently floods the telepathic channels between them with a vow

       Intergalactic assassins.  

       How quaint
      Threaten her again, and learn
      Who Brings Death Itself
      firsthand.


  For what is a killer to Death’s Master