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| Ares | Sunday, 29. September 2013, 22:35 Post #21 |
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Ares thought to himself "Of all the odd luck, I come in to London just in time for a briefing on family business. I wonder if any of this has anything to do with the ferris wheel thing I read about?" He quietly took his seat, giving Frankie a thankful nod and letting his eyes scan the others till he got to the Primogen. Every city had its own Brujah, and all are different...he'd have to wait and see which ones were represented here...the angry ones? the loud ones? the quick witted ones? the strong willed ones? the bold ones? or like him? the quiet - violent ones? |
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| Strickland | Monday, 30. September 2013, 21:10 Post #22 |
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The Brujah waited for his clansman to finish what he had to say before he slowly made his way down towards the stage, smoke trailing him as he went. “Great kid! That’s just fuckin great, that means you’ll have plenta time to be suckin’ my dick with no teeth.” Strickland stopped a few meters from the front of the stage and let out a loud cackle, the cigarette balancing in the corner of his mouth the entire time. His eyes wandered then to the figure he felt on his shoulder. Who the fuck is this chump? . “Won’t hurt you to crack a smile kiddo” his slurred line was delivered towards Ares as he made his way up onto the stage. “It aint all doom and fucking gloom round here.” With a heavy hand Strickland vaulted himself up onto the stage and made his way over to the other mouthy bitch. It was the brunette that he had pinned a few moments earlier, good face - pity about the mouth. He squeezed down next to Aguirre with the chair being able to barely contain him. Leaning heavily on the armrest the Brujah drew in closer to the girl and blew a tuft of smoke into her face “Trust me doll, before the night is out – you’ll sure as hell wanna lick my ass” |
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| Ares | Tuesday, 1. October 2013, 05:02 Post #23 |
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Ares raises an eyebrow as Strickland addresses him...he reminded him of a guy from Brooklyn (New York) It almost made him smile to watch him...even more almost smiling as he realizes he just got called kiddo for the first time in longer than he could remember...but in the end, it takes a lot to make him smile...and so his poker face held...but he nodded so as to not be too impolite until after he got permission to stay...after all, can't raise hell without that. |
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| Ronnie | Tuesday, 1. October 2013, 19:21 Post #24 |
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Ronnie heard the words that the bearded guy said to him. Oh god, that guy thought he was really great and loved to hear himself talking, didn´t he. "Ha ha ha", Ronnie just replied and sneered at him. Ronnie hoped that the chair couldn´t stand the weight, it would be fun to see that big guy crashing on the floor with his big bum. How very impolite, to blow cigarettesmoke into someone´s face. How would the woman react to that? And what he said to her? That was even worse, it made Ronnie want to kick him. But no violence now. And for sure she was able to defend herself and might be offended if he interfered. Looking like the back of a bus but thinking he was so fantastic and desirable. ´I´d rather rip his cock off than suck it´, Ronnie thought. Another newcomer - he looked like a hardened fighter, Ronnie nodded to Ares in a friendly manner. |
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| Ares | Tuesday, 1. October 2013, 23:17 Post #25 |
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Ares nodded back to Ronnie with an understating look. |
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| George Henry Harris | Wednesday, 2. October 2013, 16:45 Post #26 |
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Why does there always have to be a big arse without manners in every meeting ? Unfortunately this one was just like Bobby Kenson back in the good old days: a literally big arse, having no manners at all and not caring about that... Well, time to do something about that, perhaps even a fight just like in the good old days... George looked at the scene for a while, gave Ares a nod and an indication that he'd speak with him later and then positioned himself right in front of Strickland, looking at him sternly, but speaking in a calm and friendly tone. "I don't know who you are, but this meeting has some rules... Basically as we are above sect grounds it's about respect... What I'm trying to do is getting the clan together and overcome the sect prejudices... Working together, respecting each other and getting shit done for a greater purpose... Therefore I'm trying to get a decent atmosphere and you, sir, aren't helping... As I don't want to get in the 'order and discomfort' or even the 'Primogen' routine, I suggest that you get some respect for all here, stop that 'look how great I am' play and please put that cigarette out, smoking isn't allowed in this building. And if you've got a problem with that, I don't care... If you want the 'order and discomfort' routine, you can still have it... Your choice..." Having spoken the last sentence in an as calm but not very friendly tone, George awaited Stricklands answer. Edited by George Henry Harris, Wednesday, 2. October 2013, 16:47.
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| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Wednesday, 2. October 2013, 20:54 Post #27 |
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Man, the guy really was big. Aguirre considered that he may have actually been a not-so-distant relative to the great ape family, and that she would have to lay off the primate jokes. The folding chair he settled into made an audible complaint at having to hold his ass up, the ugly smell of cigarette smoke filling her senses and making her crave one herself. Still, her nose wrinkled up at the show of disrespect, and she gave an incredibly flat response. "You got a real strange set of interests there. Don't go thinkin' everybody's into your particular fetish." Of course, there was a hint of a smile hiding behind the words, pleased with her own joke. She patted her own pockets down now for her cigarette tin as the woman who graced the floor with her pretty face plopped down on her other side; she suddenly felt like she had a whole lot less of her own personal space, what with the gorilla taking up so much space to her left that she had to scoot to the right edge of her own chair to feel comfortable. Frankie was chatting up what looked like some military movie reject, complete with the stoicism action heroes were known for. Except Bruce Willis. Bruce Willis was all charm and snark, the particular brand of protagonist she happened to prefer. This guy played up the emotionless thing a little too much for her taste. Maybe that's why the younger one, the one who seemed to really dislike the dingy cloud of smoke beside her, drew her attention a little more. They were certainly on the same level about the whole ass-licking business. Tell you what, I'd have to eat a few bars of soap after that, A Christmas Story style. Maybe she would even go blind. Ronnie's thoughts were probably along slightly more violent lines, though. The willowy woman started to pull her cigarette tin and well loved Tommy Chong lighter from her pocket, though just as soon stuffed them right back where they belonged as George stopped directly before the behemoth beside her and proceeded to try and put him in his place. Stepping up to a guy like that, their Primogen must have been a pretty scary motherfucker in his own right. Once he finished his speech, though, Aguirre cleared her throat in hopes of overcoming the tension and hopefully getting the ball rolling. Copper eyes set on the Primogen as she said in a much less outward tone,"Y'know, I think we'd all really like to know why we're here. So far I ain't got even the slightest inklin', and I can't say this greater purpose business is entirely convincin', if you don't mind my sayin', mister. Not that I mean any disrespect, but what do you actually want from us?" On the off chance that this was nothing more than a family meeting, an opportunity to overcome sect judgement, that was great. However, it would take more than some politician feeding her lines to believe it. This wasn't going to be a walk in the park for George, not until he proved that this wasn't some Camarilla ploy to draw in more recruits. Edited by Aguirre Efrain Maddox, Thursday, 3. October 2013, 05:55.
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| Ares | Thursday, 3. October 2013, 05:49 Post #28 |
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Ares checks his watch...waiting to see where this goes so he can get on with the politics of moving to a new city. At 6'6", he looks down on the group hoping this will get along quickly. Sitting around the campfire singing Kum-Bah-Ya...that was to much like something he figured the Gangrel to do. When the chair creeks under the bearded Rabble sitting in it, he figures it won't hold him...Ares remains standing...waiting...hoping that this will be a brief brief. On a random thought, the cigar case in his jacket was calling his name, maybe the beard had the right idea...now he really hoped this would be quick. |
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| George Henry Harris | Tuesday, 8. October 2013, 00:38 Post #29 |
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And of course he can't answer right away... Well, we can still talk about that later, I guess... Time to bring the real topic on the table and see how it works out... With an angry glare that told Strickland the 'talk' was just delayed, he turned to the others. After a short gesture Jane carried a small table on stage and set it in the middle of the circle. "Now, we're getting to the main reason why I have invited you all... I don't know what you heard about me, but there is one thing you should know for not misunderstanding the theme of this: I hate the Sabbat, really really much... And because the last try to get some people together to get the scum a good thrashing went not as well as I thought, I thought why not try another approach and ask in the clan first ?" With a short gesture he paused, looking at his clanmates. on another gesture Barney left his post at the door and joined the circle on stage. "I know, I could have advertised it differently, but as I indicated, this whole matter is voluntary, so if you're not interested, I'd ask you to leave the stage, but not the building, as there is more to this meeting than that..." |
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| Ares | Tuesday, 8. October 2013, 03:20 Post #30 |
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Ares frowned before exhaling an exhaustive sigh. The peace he saught in vain throughout his travels the last few years since leaving Nightwatch once again slipped through his grasp, stolen once more by the Sword. He imagines that the Anarchs get the shaft from the Bats a lot les then the Cammies, but either way, a chance at payback comes around again. Ares remembers his old pal Eddie's words as he packed up and left Jamaica. He said "Boy, remember, a cheetah can't change his spots, and blood never washes off once you get enough on your hands. " So he sighs, but doesn't get up off the stage...truth be told, this wasn't his first rodio, wasn't the first city he had jumped into where shit hit the fan from the word go. Peace would have to be looked for later. |
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| Jelena | Tuesday, 8. October 2013, 04:54 Post #31 |
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So Gramps hated the Sabbat. Really, really much. Hah, as if anyone in here didn't ! Or would admit if he ididn't anyway. But the more interesting question was what that had to do with the clan. So far, it souded as if Gramps was using the clan as a thin cover for getting the Anarchs into Gramps' war of revenge for what-did-she-know. Ellen wasn't sure if that was what she wanted to get into right after her arrival here. The Brujah stretched her legs and folded her hands behind her head. Her eyes wandered from each of her supposed family to the next. Who looked like he or she could fight ? Would they ? Who would stay aside ? Questions and questions and the answers would be coming in shortly. She chuckled and placed her bets on the single Brujahs' categories. Perhaps she got lucky today and got the jackpot ? Would be in order in her opinion. "So your last attempt of getting cannon fodder against the Sabbat sucked and now you thought you'd try to enlist us first before going out and shanghaing some poor fucks to fill the quota ? Sounds nice, but I like my head right where it is, Gramps ! Besides, I'm not expensive, but I'm also not whoring out for free. Why should I follow you ? Because you're 'family' ? Because you're our 'host' ?" she asked with an undertone that betrayed her anticipation to what would come next. Tell me your plan, I'll tell you its crap and you'll show your true colours ! In times like these, she loved her family. |
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| Marceline | Tuesday, 8. October 2013, 07:19 Post #32 |
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The mention of the Sabbat made Marceline uneasy. She moved uncomfortably against the wall she was leaning on and both hands fell right back into her pockets, hidden amongst the crowd and occupying as little space as possible she was trying her best to deal with the anxiety that threatened to make her flee the place through the nearest window. She was wearing a hoodie in an attempt to prevent her perceptions of noticing other people's gazes, but some of the kindred who frequented the tripper had already seen her face so they were bound to stare at her sooner or later. |
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| Ronnie | Tuesday, 8. October 2013, 20:53 Post #33 |
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Ronnie was very glad now that he had managed to pull himself together and not kick that big guy or say something nasty to him again. That wouldn´t really help much, it would just make things worse. He had little hope that the guy was now suddenly Mr. Nice Guy and respectful after George had tried to call for sanity. If it came to a fight, who might win, would George stand a chance against such a giant? But size wasn´t everything. The woman reacted in a cool way. Eat a few bars of soap, when she said that Ronnie grinned at her in a friendly way. But no, he himself wouldn´t let it come to that, not even theoretically, to suck that guys dick, not as long as Ronnie still had teeth or arms to bite or rip that damn thing off. A man like that could put Ronnie off from being gay, certainly. And then George told them that he needed volunteers to fight against the Sabbat. Well, Ronnie had to bring the prince a sack full of heads of that Sabbat scum anyway, otherwise he wouldn´t be allowed to stay in this city permanently. Ronnie was still pissed off, that the prince demanded something like that just for being permitted to stay here. But of course he wouldn´t say no now, even if there wasn´t that obligation to get heads for the prince. Because for sure Ronnie was no coward. He was quite sure he would manage that somehow, he was a good fighter and had beaten quite a number of vampires into torpor. But he had never killed anyone yet. The sabbaties were monsters, O.K., but even so Ronnie felt uncomfortable about killing, he couldn´t help it - but he certainly wouldn´t admit to that here, no way. And he was a fearless daredevil when it came to fighting and danger, so he didn´t hesitate to jump into that although he had never fought against the Sabbat before. "Oh yeah, we´ll show it to the bloody bastards! At least I will, if nobody else wants." |
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| Ares | Tuesday, 8. October 2013, 23:18 Post #34 |
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Ares raises an eyebrow at what the blonde and the Anarchs had to say...at first, he thought it may just be him and George, which would be fine, as he was used to small group tactical engagements, but hearing Ronnie stand up was enough for Ares to speak out...to join in that communal gelling that he saw between Rabble time and time again in so many cities when faced with a common enemy, which was 9 times out of 10 gonna be the Sabbat . Ares looks at Ronnie and then at George, and then at the others, who he knew had reasons to stay out of or join the fight more than any talk around the campfire like this scene ever coukd. More so even than any scowling he or others could give them to join the fight. He cracks his knuckles and figures this was why Eddie sent him here...for all he knew, Eddie may have known one of the big wigs here and was using him to pay a favor. Either was fine with him as it seemed he was right about changing spots. The words leave his mouth faster than he could even try to stop them. I'm in too...but I need details...nothing pisses me off more than the Sabbat except not having details...that gets you ashed when your out there in the middle of the shit. So, tell us what you got planned. It was probably to direct for a group he just met but some habbits die hard and he was used to military briefings...pre-ops details were what kept you alive and let the other guy die for his cause...whatever that may be. |
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| Frankie O'Hara | Wednesday, 9. October 2013, 15:33 Post #35 |
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Frankie pursed her lips as one of the reasons for this meeting became clear. He was recruiting apparently, and though she didn't care for the Sabbat she wasn't about to enlist in the Cam reserves for "family". Sure she didn't mind being friends with some of her own clan, it would be good to get some experience with others that had the same abilities in their blood as she did, but if she was going to march into a fight with the Sabbat she was marching alongside people she knew would have her back just as much as she had theirs. The only campaign against the Sabbat that she would be involved in was Nora's. "Not that I don't appreciate a good fight or that I'm a particular fan of the Sabbat, but the only person I'll be following into a battle is my Baron." She stood up and stepped off the stage and walked back to where she'd been previously seated content to lean back in her chair, throw her feet up onto the seat back in front of her, and let the others talk. |
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| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Wednesday, 9. October 2013, 20:10 Post #36 |
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So this was a recruitment gig. At least her intuition hadn't started failing her yet after all these years, and it helped that the Primogen had quit beating around the bush, proceeding like quicksilver straight to the point. Aguirre didn't personally have anything against the Sabbat, but she knew Church wouldn't mind crushing some of 'em beneath his boot. It was too bad he'd elected to sit this meeting out. All the same, she'd take the news home with her and deliver it the next time they crossed paths. The blonde beside her seemed to be thinking along the same lines, though with trace amounts of blatant pessimism and distrust. And loudly. Was everyone in their clan supposed to be so animated, so transparent? Two of her brethren hopped on the band wagon with very little hesitation, while Frankie withdrew completely from the conversation and retreated to become an audience member once more. Clearly she held more faith in Nora than the fear that Aguirre regarded the Gangrel Baroness with could tug from her heart strings. The Texan was an Anarch, sure, but considering how little sway they had in the city as of late it couldn't hurt to find some outside protection and support here and there. Besides, surely George didn't actually expect them to risk life and limb for free? Aguirre cast Ellen a sidelong glance as she tried to gauge exactly what they were getting into, and whether it would be worth it to get involved at all. She wasn't going to jump right up at the prospect of busting heads open, but she wouldn't discount such a thing if payment were involved. Anyway, wasn't the whole reason for attending this get together to meet new Brujah and learn a little something if possible? "Now, I'm sure George here ain't expectin' us to stick our necks out for free. We ain't stupid, after all. The risk involved must be worth some kinda monetary value, maybe some real valuable favor at some point down the road, 'specially since this vendetta ain't really our problem. If the price is right.. Well, consider me in. Might even have a few friends who want in on the action, but I ain't makin' promises on anyone's part but my own." |
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| George Henry Harris | Wednesday, 9. October 2013, 21:11 Post #37 |
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You are thinking, I'm let you take them on alone ? Forcing you even ? Just because I happen to share a sect with those bloody politicians ? You're damn wrong, missy... A fucking Ventrue would do that, but not me... Not me ! Almost shaking with anger, he looked at Jelena with a stern yet angry look. As he spoke he didn't shout, but to the contrary spoke in a clear, low voice, which yet made his anger at her audible. After a while he chose to speak to all instead. "I'm not ordering you to follow me... You are no cannon fodder and there is no quota... I ask you because I trust my clansmates more than anyone else in this city and I therefore ask you to be a core, the core of the strike force... It's not a little private vendetta, but a necessary strike against a common enemy and I don't care if the strategic plans of the prince differ... Finally, I think you misunderstood me, Missy, but there is no cannon fodder... Do you expect me, ME, to send you out there and meanwhile sit on my arse watching how that evolves ? Never, I say ! Join me, if you want or don't, as you will it... If you want me to pay you for it, we can arrange that after the meeting... And please bring friends, if they are interested..." Having said this, he took a jump and landed directly in front of Jelena. "Listen, for I'll just say it once: If you or anyone else dares to do so much as imply that I was a coward, I'll show you what I do to people who insult me... Did I make myself clear ?" |
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| Jelena | Thursday, 10. October 2013, 16:13 Post #38 |
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Ellen grinned. Now Gramps was talking her language. Didn't make her agree with what he said, however. The stern look was impressive, actually, just it didn't do that much to her. Probably worked with his bitches. Too bad the Brujah liked to decide for herself who's bitch she was going to be. And most importantly: Not for free ! Her hands retracted from behind her head, wandering over the brim of the seating surface as she stood up from her chair to face the Primogen.Still, she took her time, rising provocatively slowly inch by inch until she finally was on eye level with the old man. Or would have been, if she hadn't been 4 inches shorter than him. She sized him up with that sly grin of hers still on her face and her hands at her hips. Finally, she puffed her bangs out of her face. "Yup, all I expect you to do, Gramps ! Don't know where you're from, but in my place its price first, intercourse second, know what I mean ?" She asked, sending off a playful wink to keep the question company for a while at least. "But hey, didn't call you a coward. Stay in the rear guy who's mouth writes out checks his ass can't cash ? Yup. Coward ? No. 'Couse this thing here takes balls. Respect that. Really !" She laughed. And laughed. And brought her knee up. Not too hard, at least not yet, but fast, aiming directly at his stomach, not the telltale quick blur of Celerity, but fast enough it would be easy enough to miss at first. Couldn't respect someone who was all talk and had nothing else on the plate ! Threatening her ? Cool with her, but how serious was he about it ? Evident in a few secs. |
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| Ares | Thursday, 10. October 2013, 17:27 Post #39 |
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Ares watches as this takes place...for him, it was almost in bullet time, slow motion. He watched the tightening and stretching of her muscles as she raised her knee at the Primogen. At first thought, Ares was going to intervene, but she was making a good point. If Ares was going to follow the Primogen into battle, a battle he would go into anyway considering his history with the Sabbat, then he needed to know what kind of prowess this Primogen held. Was he a capable fighter? Was he the kind that let other walk all over him? Was he true to his words? Or just making idol threats? As it stood, he had already said he wasn't ike a Ventrue, calling into question if he was one of those Carthaginian Brujah that clammered on and on about how much they hate the Ventrue...now they were all talk, George didn't strike him as that type of guy. No, Ares remained in place to see what the Brujah Primoen was going to do with this fem fetal's intentionally slow knee strike. Would he block and show wisdom, would he break her knee and show how powerful he is? Would he tear her to pieces for the attempt and the disrespect of challenging him? The darkness inside Ares almost hoped for the later...the part he came to London to get away from wished to see the Primogen's beast unleash on this atractive upstart...but Ares shook his head, waiting to see how much control and how much power, balanced power, the London Primogen held. It was the yin and yang inside of him. Two dogs fighting within, the one you feed wins...Would he, in the Primogen's place, be merciful? Would he be powerful? Would he unleash his beast upon her to show others a lesson or just to gratify its own depraved and murderous desires...the beast...the excuse we Brujah give for letting our emotions get the better of us...he knew all to well the excuse for giving in and he knew all to well how delicious if tasted to unleash such a power on another...to feel the crack of a bone in your hand, to watch a limb tear off, the look on an opponent's face when they see you are no longer in control of the destructive forces you are releasing on them...the look in their eyes when they realize their mistake for messing with you...he has fed that dog more times then he cared to recall and the long road back to humanity was not easy, especially when he still had so many issues like this and his hatred for the Sabbat to deal with...his beast sat beside him as they watched what would transpire next...order or chaos? So Ares watched the knee rise slowly towards the Primogen as his combat skills let him see it almost in bullet time...what would happen between the two of them was going to be crucial for him, and probably most of the other Brujah in the room...it excited him enough to let his fangs drop slowly as a brief, twisted smile finally began to cross his stone face. |
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| George Henry Harris | Friday, 11. October 2013, 01:15 Post #40 |
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Well, that woman had courage, that he'd have to admit, but still noone called him a coward and walked away on his own legs after doing so... Several people had to experience that and she wouldn't be an exception, family or not... George looked at her with an icy piercing glare and the same coldness was audible in his voice. "I don't know where you're from but in my line of work exactly that is called cowardice... I fought many battles and never was seen in the rear while there were others fighting at the front..." With a swift motion he blocked her knee with his leg and raised his hand as if to raise a finger at her and lecture her about her behaviour. Instead he curled it into a fist and brought it down on her head, almost faster than the eye could see... After that he assumed a fighters stance and waited for her response... |
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