"I know," Rus says, equally flat. "But Avery forfeited all claim to blood protection when he stabbed us in the back. It was deemed however, that he would serve as a better example alive." He doesn't even try to hide his disappointment.
Rus explodes with laughter and the other pub patrons turn to stare at him. "Oh that is priceless!" he chokes, wiping laugh tears from his eyes. "Ran the bugger through did he?"
"I'm not that simple," he declares.
"Tall, dark and mad," Rus frowns at Severus' description as well as his frown. "Don't think I've had the pleasure." Obviously, this person upset Severus somehow.
Rus takes the sickle solemnly, careful of the blade. He puts it in a pocket specially spelled not to be cut. "Thank you," he inclines his head. "I'll remember," he says, wondering how one goes about killing a chupacabra. If he sees one. Maybe he'll be able to stun the creature and remove it's spines.