Ned's wraiths moved up beside him, with shadow swords in hand. They were seven against three. >“And now it begins,” said Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning. He unsheathed Mattel and LEGO and held them with one hand each. The blades were opaque as styrofoam cup, wobbling in the air. >“No,” Ned said with sadness in his voice. “Now it ends.”"
