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6/19/2016 11:05:08 PM
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"Bloodwrath."
He looked at the man's attire. Rather strange, considering all who were brought here had at least some knowledge of fighting.
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"Real freakin' helpful," I said, giving the most deadpan look I could manage while I forced myself to stop shaking in soul-rending terror.
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"Maybe you should be more grateful to the guys who just saved your sorry ass. And who hold the guns."
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I ran a hand down my face before replying. "Look, cut me some slack, you guys actually have some idea of where we are and, beyond that, actual combat training." I shrugged. "I'm just some wimp who doesn't have a damn clue what's going on or how he got here."
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"Guess what, Kiddo. If I did have a damn clue, I would have told you. Now my answer is the closest damn thing you'll get to sense. We're in the bloodwrath, a big fuсking ship, and that's it. Now unless you don't want to get the same fate as the bug behind me, I suggest behaving. Got it?"
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Ok, these guys had definitely been here a while and, thus, quite tired of this place's shit. Better not piss them off any further. "Yes, sir," I responded, finally clamping down on my fear. Hey, better a scary guy with a gun, friends. and a temper. At least I can understand that.
