"It's odd," Inigo mused. "Almost as if he wants us to find him."

"He does," his "deputy" replied. "Because he knows he can't lose. He's lived countless lifetimes. There's no trap we can set that will hold him. No death we can give him he hasn't experienced at least a dozen times over. He's been waiting for us for thousands of years."

The hare turned the incompletely carved spearhead over in his paw. "And yet you say he's just a man."

Mina nodded. "That he is."

Inigo looked up at the fossa. "Well how do you square that? He's 'just a man' but you make it sound like he has no weaknesses."

"He has six weaknesses," she remarked, checking her firearm. "I just hope the right one will be willing to talk."

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Reworking a future chapter a little bit. Artwork by  BigSquig