The magus follows suit, detaching a flask from his belt, before offering it to his similarly scarred compatriot.
"All one attack ? Fuck, from what ?"
"All one attack ? Fuck, from what ?"
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“ …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."
“ 𝖥𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅? 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾. 𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍, 𝗆𝖺𝗇. ”
They really were swapping war stories. She seemed to like the alcohol. She had a famously high tolerance for even the hard stuff.
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He's mostly joking, handing the flask back as he drums his fingers on his knees.