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The Battle is On (Draconian)

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Severak watched her as she spoke of her boss, and he merely blinked. She spoke, and he shrugged. "Alright then." Severak said, before putting his hand to his neck and massaging the area she bit him. It was a bit sore, but still quite irritating. Moving on, he moved at a fairly decent pace, not quite a run, but not a jog, either. If they wanted out, they'd have to move quickly. Never knew what happened in here. He sighed, and found himself rather bland, just pondering as he moved, thinking about a way out, what would happen afterwards... so on.

He eventually stopped, and sniffed the air. Were they getting close? Or was he just smelling something else? He grumbled and headed in that direction, only to pause. Looking at the ground, he found dead corpses rotting. Human. The stench he had gotten were from the gasses coming off their bodies. He sighed again, and he moved a corpse over to find bullet holes. He didn't do this.

"The hell?"

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