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- "My name's Fall Barros. You killed my parents. And you're never hurting anyone again."
- Wordlessly, she pulled a hunting knife. Raised it high like a ritual dagger.
- PING!
- It skittered out of her grip across the floor.
- "The hell?!"
- Fall grabbed an Egyptian shortsword from the floor and raised that instead.
- This time, the blade exploded into slivers of bronze.
- Across the room a coil of smoke trailed up to the ceiling. A cloaked shape flickered into view---a woman wearing a set of bulky teal armour and toting the biggest gun of all the ones One Eye had seen thus far.
- "Hands off the orc. He's mine."
- ***
- Proletlariet, Round 2
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