Snippet #2507617

[Agh, the Godmodding in this one is crazy. Apologies dude, you might want to fix yer godmodding or we'll godmod you. If you don't understand what I mean, then you should ask some of the moderators.
Right now, I'm going to ignore the crazy smashing-against-the-floor thing. That was about as godmodded as godmodding can be.
Thanks for yer co-operation.
Also, I would like to know how Boris knows of the Payemyndii clan. "Back then" was quite some time ago. While also being in a completely different galaxy. The only people who know of the Payemyndii clan are either military/intelligence agencies or the Shadonian Empire themselves.]

"'ey! My arm!" Connor called out as he watched his arm get crushed under the metal guy's foot. This guy... He is either an imbecile who doesn't understand anything. Or he's an imbecile who doesn't understand what he's saying... Either way, this guy is about as idiotic as Connor.

Suddenly, the metal man had a change of heart. The two were placed down, dusted off. The severed arm was held back in place where Connor's regeneration abilities allowed it to reattach, although, the smashed bones would take some time to fix.

"Ah, so ye know of t' Payemyndii clan?" Connor questioned, confused as to how a random russian guy can know about a developing nation which had died many decades ago. What does he mean by 'back then'? It doesn't matter, Lord Payemyndii would love to hunt this guy down later.

"Inciden' forgo'en, we 'ave t' go. I ain' dealin' wi' some crazy guy like ye." Connor nodded, and glanced over to the lion man.
"Le's go." Without giving anyone a chance to reply, Connor walked off. Grumbling to himself as his massive amount of ammunition wrapped around his body clanged together.