Ballbust !!better!! — Knave

“Tough night, Rigo?”

Rigo’s knees buckled. The scepter clattered to the cobblestones. His hands flew to his groin, cupping nothing but the echo of sudden, volcanic pain. His face, once a masterpiece of roguish charm, now resembled a freshly stepped-on pastry. knave ballbust

She took one step closer. Rigo’s bravado held—for about half a second. Then her steel-toed boot swung in a low, precise arc. “Tough night, Rigo

He looked at the child. Opened his mouth. Closed it. volcanic pain. His face

“Can’t what? Retrieve the scepter? Or sire children?” She crouched, her armored skirt scraping the stones. “Because one of those is my job to prevent. The other is a bonus.”