Snippet #2810811

"Perhaps you didn't take into account that our assailant was the one who set the alleyways aflame," M'Kama noted. "Such abilities are not meant for use in crowded areas as is. Speaking of abilities, what became of Snart....and what did he become?"

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Mad Dog II studied the northerner for a moment, his expression vividly unimpressed as he sat with a cheek resting on his fist. "For fuck's sake..." he nearly rolled his eyes as he shrugged. "We have a deal then. We march in three days. Go."

The baby resting on his shoulder began to cry for a moment at which point, a vine sprung from the pool, yanking the Frey by the ankles and tossing her out of the cave, sending her tumbling down the bridge.

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Leup looked at Argent as if he were an idiot. "We were in the same group, Argent, I know what you can do. And you can't do jack shit if you're dehydrated."

Leup glanced idly as Iomer approached. He didn't know what to make of the offworlder. He was ostensibly a soldier but he acted...almost too cordial. It would be wise to be wary around him.

Leup glanced over at the expanse of desert before them, taking a deep breath. "I'd say civilization is....due east," he informed the other Legionnaires to relay to their current commander once he was done speaking to Argent. "Brother, where art thou?" He asked himself, quoting something he had...read once. He sat down upon the sands then. To rest. To think. Damn Alarisset.