Well, no. I don’t really see Julius Marcus as the quinsecting type—he’s more of a strangler, with that narrow frame. Father Marcus would steal up behind you, cord in hand, and put his knee to your spine, and with those long arms he could do you fast enough. But what has been done to Cornelius Severus Scipio is not that sort of assassination. Look at the corpse: you’d need an axe, or a saw, or, well: in honesty I have no idea what could achieve cuts like that. Great shears, such as tailors use, and arms like a Gothic axeman. The force required alone...Let us assume that Scipio stood still and naked for his execution, that he cooperated in this strange design, not because that is likely but because the more he resisted the more impossible this becomes. The tesserarius, now, and two of his mates, with the right tools and an unconscious subject—well. That would make the business only somewhat impossible, until you start to ask where all the blood went, or how no one heard the screaming.