“You think you’re safe, huh?” I asked. “What do you think you can do?” Nihit asked. “We’ll start with this,” I said, and I picked up the magical Sharpie, and I slammed it into his neck with all of my might. It, unfortunately, broke into a dozen little pieces, but a little stick of metal protruded from the naga’s neck, spurting blood as he fell over, screaming. All the other reporters shouted and jumped forward. The room blinked twice, and the lights went on. “In Bulgaria,” Maxim said after a moment of silence. “Much of the media is not trusted. But at least they pretend to be impartial. I
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