Snippet #1678535

(Day 7)

Exuro

"I'm only here for the fuckass magician over here, but it seems like I was just being set up again. I really need to stop doing this. I can only guess that these guys' big purple bastard boss is going to show up at some point soon to collect his prize, so do me a favor and just fucking RUN. There's no use fighting him head-on while completely outnumbered, and you damn well know it! Go!"

As he finished shouting, the more significant effects of Spark's retaliation via Shan quickly began to take effect. Stumbling a few steps and losing his grip on his pistol, he began using the palm tree as a support to pull himself back into a fighting position. This, however, didn't last too long, considering that Fellmund's enchanted scarves had bound him to the tree within the span of a few seconds. Given his current, clouded mental state, it was difficult to ascertain Exuro's true reaction to being sliced up and pecked by the flock of doves, but the few words he managed to cobble together sure gave some indication.

"Heh... sounds like your friend back there's in trouble. Sixteen slugs fired... even if only half hit, he'll be bleeding out... maybe within the minute. Oh... by the way? Fuck you."

With that last, unpleasant-sounding remark, Exuro spat in the general direction of where Fellmund's voice was coming from. He was still bleeding from all the slashes, despite that, though they slowly seemed to be healing up at a fairly abnormal pace...