The Swordmaster scooped up the legless body and bounded away, carrying Manford Torondo like a limp doll.

Propped in a seat that had been specially modified to accommodate his legless body, Manford nodded to himself.

The natural heat inside should mask you. She moved loose hay aside and stuffed his legless body into the pile.

She hefted his legless body easily, as she had done countless times before, and settled his torso onto the seat behind her head.

Some were picking away at the surface of the ground, others had dug themselves down waist deep, and stooped and rose like legless bodies.