152 Deal

"What're you looking at? Sod off, or the whip's gonna come at ya'! It's been hungry for an age, so it would looooove to drink up all your blood! Haha!"

Although a grin that didn't teach his eyes was on his face, Daneel winced inwardly as the whip that he held in his hands cracked in the air, drawing the attention of all those around him as it missed one of the passersby who had been staring at them by just an inch.

He threw himself back as if it had touched his skin, and his face went pale, all the blood leaching out of it when he realozed how close he had come to losing an ample portion of his flesh.

The whip had barbed spikes all along it, meant to hook into a person's body and draw out as much of them as possible. The thief had insisted that it was one of the classic weapons carried by one who belonged to the Ushanbos, and as he looked all around, he had to grudgingly admit that it was doing its job.