We didn't, and you can't borrow one of my sickles. Fucking hell, Longclaw, what the hell happened to you –? [abruptly he's accosted by a towering, snoutless, bipedal horse and has to redirect his attention to sickling it to death before it can crush him]

[he nods to Anya as soon as he has a moment, yanking his sickle out of the belly of the unfortunate creature] – and who the hell is this?