"Eh . . . It's . . . It happened, and I can only really live with it."
A pause.
"How about yours ? I've got a flask of something decently strong, if you wanna do the age old tradition of swapping scars over sips, hah."
A pause.
"How about yours ? I've got a flask of something decently strong, if you wanna do the age old tradition of swapping scars over sips, hah."
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“ 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖾’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇’! 𝖡𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍! ”
She settles into a nearby seat and gets comfortable.
“ 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖻𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝖤𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾… 𝗈𝗇𝖾. ”
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"All one attack ? Fuck, from what ?"
“ …𝘈 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴. ”
…She didn’t seem like she was joking. She sniffs the flask and takes a swig.
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"A . . . A fucking Hecatoncheires ! ? Good gods, you gotta be made of . . . Fucking hells, I don't even know."
“ 𝖨 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗆𝖾. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗒, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌. ”
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Matthias takes the flask, taking a swig of his own, before continuing after a deep exhale.
"I got this from a troll - a really, really pissed off troll. Who was. Uh. On fire."
Tracing the massive gash along his neck.
"Almost fucking decapitated my ass."