In that same momentary glare that had carried our teammate and Purity away, Night had moved into the midst of our team. She had a knife held with the blade pointed out of the bottom of her fist, pressed to Regent’s throat.
Now, now, follow your superior’s orders. Least you could do after she just brought you back from the brink of death.
Or, well, allowed you to bring yourself back from the brink of death. Semantics.
“I get it,” Regent replied, with a disinterested tone, “You could kill us right here. May we go?”
Hehe.
Night sheathed the knife and walked through the group to Fog, who was gathering himself up in a human shape again, turning away to exit the alley. Crusader, on the opposite side of us, was rising back up to the sky.
byyye *waves*
see ya later ya nazi scumbags
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