Today’s Word: Sangfroid


Stehn Kin had the temerity to rush headlong into a sea of Mahnmowers. His sword flashed and clanged, turning would-be death blows with the merest of effort, and lobbing off heads and limbs like stone cutting through water. His sangfroid in the midst of such tumultuous battle was either borne of undaunted adventurous spirit or the large quantities of corn mash liquor he had consumed prior to battle.