Snippet #2782692

"You make a lot of presumptions on what we want, friend..." Kuchillo sighed, his hand slowly edging towards a knife on his belt....or so it had seemed. He'd drawn out a worn piece of paper and handed it to Price. "But what you say may be of interest. Arubak already has an engagement scheduled for tonight, but show this at the front desk of Pair'o'Dice...and maybe they'll try and fit you in early as possible. Cómprende?"

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"Hnnrghh...." the Dreadhound glanced at her, puzzled. "RAAAGHHH!" he shouted at the heavens throwing his weapon, very quickly. Rapidly it encircled Frey, like a pair of bolas made of bones and wrapped around her, constricting her tightly. "Does she lie? I thought you could see it beneath the ice?!"

"Ice flows deep!" The Dreadhound woman from before hissed. "She is young and weak! She may be forbidden to see!"

"Beast World....Beast World..." The first Dreadhound, looked around muttering to himself before he turned to his colleague. "No....she is young. But NOT weak. Scramulk killed the Deathlord of the southern sky...He was NOT weak. She must see the Mad Dog II!"

"NO! Scramulk died to a child! He was NOT worthy! She is NOT worthy! Mad Dog II will see her, yes...but he will see her in the FLESH GNASHEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRR!"

"The FLESH GNASHER?!" The first Dreadnought smiled. "YES! YES! GNASH THE FLESH!" he stated.

The second Dreadhound suddenly bit a chunk out of his shoulder.

The first laughed and then bit her in turn. "WORTHINESS WILL BE DETERMINED! GNASH against the MIGHTY! GNASH against the STRONG! GNASH! GNASH! GNASH!" he chanted, grabbing the bone-bolas and dragging Frey across the arid dirt to their lair.