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- “Try back here.”
- She whirled about. One Eye buried a khopesh between her eyes. Evidently whatever power enabled him to fell a building with a ball-peen hammer didn’t make blades any more effective at cleaving because her head didn’t implode, but a sword to the face was still sword to the face.
- “NO!” The soldier screamed. She lunged, but Batroc repositioned to cut her off---why didn’t she use that gun she was carrying?
- Black blood sprayed from the gash. At first he thought the drug was finally showing him something other than leaves, but One Eye reacted to it as well.
- “I did my best to ignore the golden eyes, but that’s not normal even where I come from.” He glanced at Batroc for confirmation. Batroc could only shrug.
- “Jokes… OVER!” The woman screamed. She violently ripped the khopesh out of the wound. Her skin knit slowly back together. Did everyone but Batroc have a healing factor?
- ***
- Proletlariet, Round 2
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