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November 6 - November 6, 2022
Morris turned to me and his eyes were even wider, but not with shock. “Saber, there’s a kryomage I really need you to crush with fae ice magic. It’s my dying wish. Please.” “You’re dying?” Aaron asked. “I’ll die of happiness when she turns Agent Park into teeny, little Vincent crystals.”
“You killed your abusive aunt a decade ago.” He arched his eyebrows. “But you’re not murdering people these days, right?” My mind flashed over the past two weeks. “No.” He squinted at me. “Did you just hesitate?” “No.” “Pretty sure you did.”
“Just don’t use it on Saber.” Another guy appeared on Aaron’s other side. “It’s statistically impossible for one person to punch two druids in the face, so you’d better not try.” “Or else what?” The new guy widened his eyes. “It’d probably break the mythic universe as we know it.”
As an innocent party in your reckless driving competition, Ríkr growled from the backseat, I would have appreciated some warning.