Its pupils were metallic liquid like mercury and silver swimming together. Xxnx He didn’t try an amateur counter. **STOP**
A voice people are only supposed to hear in death spoke to them. It was pulled back in a severe topknot braid with no loose ends. Marcos noted the obvious offensive posture as identical between them. “Fine then, both of you.” He responded stonily, indicating Kaarthen. Both stopped just before he could strike and vaulted their backhands forward leaning in with everything but coming up short. Both let their breathing slow and concentrated on the kill. Its shine was near blinding in the pre afternoon light. A chain swung barely above her modesty and rounded her hips dangling trinkets and small skulls. Marcos cleared his throat to stop her. **STOP**
A voice people are only supposed to hear in death spoke to them.
