cw: blood, minor injury
"You Hunters are all alike," Drifter says, as Shin walks up to the massive skull in the corner, his leer matching that bare grinning maw. "Always drawn to the sharpest thing in the room."
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“I have a report on progress in the Botza district,” Aunor announces, heat whirling around her as she comes to a stop precisely five feet shy of Ada. There’s a thunderous expression on her face, eyes bright like forge-hot metal. She’s come here spoiling for a fight she hadn’t gotten somewhere else, that much is clear. Ada will not give her one. She lifts her chin and folds her hands together.
“Then by all means, deliver it,” she replies coolly.
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