How many of them were there?' Her voice wasn't joking around.
Eighteen. Hundred.'
Four,' Blaylock interjected. 'An honor guard of four.'
What did they work you over with? Those bruises on your thighs are severe?'
Crowbars. Big, massive-'
Blay cut in. 'Clubs. Had to be those ceremonial black clubs.

Autore: J.R. Ward