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Torn flesh and shattered bone littered the floor like a third-world slaughterhouse. Torchlight caught in shimmering rivulets of blood, birthing foxfire reflections and staining the crimson with orange and gold. A monstrous figure--bare, save a bit of armor and a massive iron bludgeon--centered the phantasmagoria. He sneered at what remained of the masked princess.

Touya wrinkled his nose. "That's disgusting."

"That's the point," said Hikaru. "I spent a lot of money on this import, y'know."

"But doesn't it seem a bit . . ." Touya waved his hand vaguely. "Gratuitous?"

Hikaru realized, belatedly, that he should have invited Waya over instead.