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"I think you know who I am by now, those who don't are idiots." He hissed, pulling out a dagger. "If you haven't already seen a poster with my name on it, you haven't lived here long enough." Gale threatened, his reflection shining in the blade. "Gale Hummendeaus, why do you ask? Name ring a bell or something?" |
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"You killed my brother." The man growled, stilling as the blade caught his skin in an attempt to wriggle away |
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"Who was he? Because I can tell you whether he was a struggle or not, and as of now, you're about to go meet him." He hissed, nicking his neck with the knife. |
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"He was a guard" He growled, struggling once more |
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"Hm, I ain't gonna remember him since i've killed more of those than meals i've eaten in my life." He mused, slightly amused |
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"What's your deal with the girl?" He muttered, struggling against Gale's hold |
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"She's mine, idiot. If she wasn't, then I wouldn't care if you took her or not." Gale growled, tightening his grip around the man's neck. |
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"C'mon, share a little" He muttered, wheezing for breaths |
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"No," Gale snapped, grinning as the man wheezed. "Go on and struggle, it'll make me happier." He mused, voice amused. |
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"If you're gonna kill me, do it now." He breathed |
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