Raven is
even more shocked when the rotting face in front of him is severed
from the body that carries it around.
“You can't
let them touch you,” a girl's voice screams at him.
As head and
body tumble separately to the ground its owner is revealed. To
Raven's eyes, she's twelve or thirteen, Asian, dressed in blue
pyjamas covered with pictures of superheroes and wearing oversized
dragon's head slippers. In her hands she's holding the biggest
samurai sword Raven has ever seen.
“I beg
your pardon?” he says, somewhat taken aback by the recent turn of
events.
“You can't
let them touch you,” she says. “Just one scratch and you become
like them.”
