Deflects knife

"Nice," I said, keeping close, trying to watch the bobbing shadows all around us. "You been working out? You look good."
Michael's teeth flashed in a quick smile. "Wouldn't speaking give these creatures a fine means of tar-" He broke off as Amoracchius flicked in front of my face, deflecting a tumbling stone knife. "Targeting us," he continued.
Me and my big mouth. I shut up the rest of the way to the ticketing counter.


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