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... rse.
The two behind it don't wait. They skitter low and fast, limbs scraping stone, eyes nonexistent, mouths probably full of spite and bone shards.
We're outnumbered.
I am officially out of ideas.
The hoarder's still bleeding from the first hit. He's breathing fast, too fast, panic spiraling in circles like the blood at his feet. The female's got a shard in each hand now, one already chipped. She doesn't flinch, but her stance is too tight. Coiled. Reckless.
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