Leela, on the other hand, was not quite as cautious. They were models of something dangerous, but she spent so much time handling knives and other weaponry that she didn't realise that the paper warriors had weapons as sharp of her own. She picked one up and turned it over in her hands.

"You sound like a warrior of the Sevateem," she said, which was obviously a compliment. "When stories were told around the fire, they were all stories of noble deaths."

But could they be truly noble deaths if you did not take your enemy with you?