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Second Sun #58

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The squalling tumult of the attack continued, it's pace unrelenting, brutality undiminished.
Hevne jerked her head aside as a woman around her own age swung a rock at her. It scraped her shoulder, drawing blood, and the assailant yelled gutturally in triumph, throwing her arm around Hevne's neck. A sword flashed over Hevne's shoulder from behind, and the woman fell backwards, wide mouthed and screeching.
With horror, Hevne saw her assailant had had her tongue ripped out by the warriors of the Fire Lords. The guttural screeching and groaning of the others proved they, too, had suffered the same fate.

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    Christopher 2 months ago

    I was going to comment but I'm just tongue-tied after that (sorry, I've been hanging around Neville too long!).

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    Neville Hunt 2 months ago

    I once knew a man who only ate feathers. Sad guy... always down in the mouth.

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    Christopher 2 months ago

    Haha! I should just step out of the way for the master.

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    Neville Hunt 2 months ago

    Not at all Christopher, we can share the chuckles.

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    Drew Martyn 2 months ago

    Haha :) keep it up gentlemen!

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