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Thus did the Blue Devil scream

Thraxis eyes narrowed to the man. His slang would not be accepted. "Okay well we have come to two problems. The first being, you do know. So I will get what I want. Just be glad we ain't in the Pitt. Because back there I have everything I need to get every single shred of information out of you." he said, a smile growing over his face the same one would have when meeting an old friend. His words weren't chosen carefully, he wanted to make the man seem like he could last longer, this way he could extract the information over a longer period of time.

In a matter of seconds the Cleaver was swung high, its metal blade curving through the air as it smashed into the females finger, digging itself half-way to the bone only for another slice to be used to cut it right off. "The next problem is the slang. No no no. We will not have that here." that same smile still spread across his face, the smile was for an old friend, though the old friend was the screams not this scum. He pulled his arm back with the Cleaver again, a thin stain of blood dripping from its metallic blade as it remained limp in the air ready to push cleave through the air and cut through another finger.
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"Man, what I just tell you!?" The male shouted, eyes opened as widely as their swollen lids would allow. "Don't know nothing, just some lucky reels, guy, back it off!" He clearly paid no heed to the warning about his Fringe slang. Or he simply was unaware that he was doing it all together. There were a million different dialects in Hutt Space alone. Very few people in this sector spoke proper Galactic Basic.

As the blade had come down the woman's entire body had jerked wild, hard. Bindings that held her wrists to the armrest of a sturdy chair turned pale flesh red and aggravated, chewing it away bit by bit as she twisted and pulled against the restraints. Her fingers quivered, the blade bit hard severing down to bone on the very first heave. It was amazing it didn't chop right through. Blood welled the wound full, then like a great flood it began to pour freely, the woman couldn't bear to look. She could feel the warmth of it, hear the rapid drip as it fell from the chair to the floor, she knew there was a lot.

She tried not to make more noise, she tried to keep as still as possible. Close her eyes and pretend this was a simple dream. There was no man cruelly guillotining her fingers, there was no one-eyed Hutt laughing in that deep, sickening tone as he loomed over the scene of torture. Her son was not witnessing any of this, he was safe at home in his bed, which was exactly where she and her husband were. Ready to take their prize from the Aurodium hauls and never see this wretched stretch of stars ever again.

As [member="Thraxis"] smiled and lowered down another chop of the blade on the mans wife, more of the husbands words followed as the woman's voice finally let out a deafening howl of painful screams that bellowed through the entirety of the Blue Devil Cocktails building. "Hi chuba da naga, Sleemo?! HI CHUBA DA NAGA!??"
 
"No. No slang. Jeese you do not understand this do you?" A now aggravated look swelling in his eyes., his hand razed the cleaver once again in front of the women, assuring she could see as it swung down but chopped short from piercing the flesh. "Now, I am a reasonable man. You are saying you know nothing, yet keep saying you and your..." a few seconds pause was taken as his lips curled as he spat out the next word, "Boys. And don't think you are the only one who I can get his information from, your friends I can also grab. You can be disposed of and replaced." he said as he moved towards the severed finger picking it up and picking it up and looking it over.

His upper half remained rigid as his lower body started to move towards the Chef, "Chef, I need you to make a meal with this finger being the main course. I want the kid to have something to eat... he looks a little hungry." his eyes still fixated on the prize he had just grabbed from the waning women. In the meantime he pulled out a band aid and took it to the women, his eyes looking towards all three. "The main dish will be here in a few hours." he declared all the while wrapping up the women severed finger, looking towards her as he kissed the wound, in a similar way a mother would kiss a scrape for her child.
[member="Neroba the Hutt"]
 
Now the show was really starting to kick off, and [member="Thraxis"] said the magic words. In the kitchen proper they had gone through their little minor discord of posturing to one another, but now, now Neroba saw the opportunity for the two to forge their first bond. Everything was about timing, and the Chronometer was running in perfect synchronization.

Neroba had taken the finger, being a Hutt, this was not a portion worthy of a meal. Of course the appetite of his species was considered insatiable. "I would make a suggestion, if you are of mind to hear it." The Hutt began, the finger had disappeared in to his massive mouth, a mere candy that barely needed shredding as it journeyed through the radula in the back of his throat. "These scum have mocked you, when you are a man of my circle, this means they mock me. This is unacceptable." Neroba declared lowly, his deep voice tinged with guileful corruption.

"Mah bukee, please, my guy. . . not this. Varl is freezone now, man. We got lucky, right. . . just lucky. Hit a few Aurodium lines, what more you want. . . " The man pleaded, though still he wasn't fully grasping the gravity of his situation. This wasn't a negotiation of any sort, the plight of him and his family was inconsequential to the process. Neroba was aware they found Aurodium on Varl, he wanted to know how they managed to find five separate hauls. But even that was neither here nor there, this entire scene was about the Hutt and Thraxis.

A heavy, very strong hand was placed on the Master Torturers shoulder. "Baatu baatu, would you humor me?" The Hutt asked, actually giving Thraxis an option instead of an order.
 
Thraxis had to address the first part, though he listened contently, as if the misery was simply background noise to his mind. "So I am in your circle?" it had to be inquired, the way he made it out he had been offended, though an offering of such a position had yet to occur. Though this was neither here nor there.

"But I suppose that is a question for later. What is it you wish for me to humor?" paying little attention to the weight that had just planted itself on his shoulder. Though another question had been raised, the Hutt had interfered with Thraxis next step, an offense that he begrudgingly let pass, after all, the women had another nine fingers left. Which even if all of them were lost there were still another ten toes which he could use if the need truly persisted to that point.
[member="Neroba the Hutt"]
 
"Consider this, " Neroba began, choosing to disregard the first question posed. As with everything a Hutt did, it was all a mind game. "What we are presented here, [member="Thraxis"], is a situation of practice and standards. The common practice is a slow painful process, they eventually break, we get what we want, job well done. The common standard is once the mind is of a shattered nature. We release what's left to incite fear. The ebb and flow of reputation and Underworld methodology." The Hutt spoke of this with an almost frightening view, like it was less of a situation grounded in a reality with very real consequences, and more of a complex mathematical formula.

The One-Eyed gastropod casually lobbed a glance around the dirty, unkempt kitchen. They had plenty here to work with. Meat hooks and hanging chains in the walk-in, a functioning Gas Range, cutting utensils. The only thing that could hold them back is their imagination. Neroba was an ingenious visionary, he suspected his potential ally here was quite the same. A man of devilishly delectable tastes, the Hutt hoped he would appreciate the inclination he was about to offer.

"We can't allow a disgrace to us, they play the silent game and waste valuable time. This shows a lack of respect, they have prepared for pain, but believe it will be worth it because they have a valuable secret. Valuable enough that anything taken can be replaced. . . " Neroba had seen it before, individuals willing to have eyes destroyed, limbs cut off, and all manner of disfiguration to protect their profit. There was very little that cybernetics could not replace when one had the funds available.

After the conversation had flat-lined for a few sparse moments during which the Hutt had shuffled it's heavy mass to the kitchen and back, he presented Thraxis with a roll of heavy tape.

"I think this slave has lost his right to speak, for now. He needs to be shown the error of his mind." Said the young Kajidii. "What do you say we close his mouth, then we flip a peggat see who preps the boy and who preps the wife." He spoke as if it were a friendly game. "I'd suggest a gutting him out, then if we took off those arms and legs of his he'd fit very num in that oven. " He suggested for the boy. "What do you think for this chik? I think those clothes should come off. . . I think she belongs on the meat hooks. I think you're the perfect man to cut her up, break down her meat. What do you think of Neroba? Am I right? What is your plan? I think this slave wants to hear it, so he knows exactly what trouble has become of his family for his transgression."
 
It was an interesting plan to say the least. Violent and aggressive. Personally Thaxis wanted to enjoy it, savor the taste of screams. He knew what he was doing, he simply wanted to take the long route, slowly break down the family, cause internal affair after their meeting. Surely it would have a lasting effect on the Child, since his mother would be furious with the father for not simply giving up the information instantly. But these were the Hutts Prisoners and if he wanted it done his way Thraxis was not going to protest.

"Well... I personally was going to cause some strife to occur internally after all this is done but if you want to get it done fast then I do agree. Though I personally would rather use the meat hooks to make the holes, then thread through the madams delicate flesh the chains themselves. No point in wasting the meat hooks, we can use them for actual meat." he said with a wink as his head slowly contorted back towards the woman, an almost ecstatic glow slowly growing through his body.

"But for the boy, well... I completely agree, though their is a minor change I would like to it." he let the words hold in the air for a few seconds, before leaning closer towards the Hutt, "I would like to make sure he remains alive and watches his mother and father get tortured. Let him learn the severity of his fathers mistakes and then let him of into the wilderness to fend for himself. Burn him in the oven a little sure. But I want there to be someone to tell the tale." a chuckle starting to resonate in the back of his throat, breaking out scarcely between the words as his head moved to the child with a smile, the same smile one would show to an old friend.
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That sinister chuckle roared with gut wrenching approval, Neroba gave [member="Thraxis"] a solid pat on the back, granted at nearly nine hundred pounds, it was less of a pat and more of a wallop. Neroba carried his weight well though, in fact it was a subject of pride for him. "Carry on, Pateessa. I'll warm the oven." He informed, lurching himself back in to the cooking area once more. Leaving Thraxis to live out his pleasure and torturous fantasy. Quite content with the plan the man presented.

The wife, however, was far from gratified. She could handle the agony on her own body, she would accept the punishment of her husband's flesh. But the thought of her child being cooked and scarred from this ordeal, it broke her. "They use the Spiders. . . they're attracted to the Aurodium veins! You don't even have to run a resource scan, they will lead you!"

"Coo ya maya stupa!" The husband growled.

"Peetch goola, karking koochoo. They will hurt our son, are you loca?!"

It really didn't matter, this ordeal was going to proceed regardless. Thraxis need just carry on at his leisure.
 

Filius Stellarum

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Filius Stellarum watched the entire exchange through his rifle scope. As he usually did whenever in an urban environment, Filius was standing on top of a large building with a clear view of the Blue Devil. He had spotted Thraxis several minutes earlier entering the building, coming from the spaceport. Filius himself had landed several hours earlier, and had been waiting for Thraxis to hopefully get an official welcome into the ranks of the Hutt Cartel.

Just thinking of actually hoping to run into someone affiliated with the slimy sacks of worthlessness that Hutts were made Filius angry at himself. The eyelid of his cybernetic eye twitched and Filius briefly lost the connection to his scope. Leaning back momentarily he blinked a few times and returned his eye to the scope. The cybernetics linked once more to his rifle scope and once again provided their collection of range data, as well as their thermal images. Filius could make out several thermal patterns, though since the place was no doubt a kitchen his views were obscured by residual heat from the ovens. He watched as a human, most likely [member="Thraxis"], walked over to three other human patterns and made several slashing motions.

At first, Filius felt nothing for the three humans. After all, his emotions had been blocked long ago by his brainwashing. And he had witnessed what was no doubt a killing in the cantina proper with no feeling at all. But suddenly, before he could stop it, a massive headache seized him. A rush of foreign thoughts, of mercy and compassion, flooded his mind. He gripped his forehead, his rifle dropping to the roof. He wanted to scream.

You have to help them! The human part of his mind, the part that still felt emotion, screamed at him, They are innocent!

No! His brainwashed side screamed back, Not our mission! We need the Cartel! Cartel will help us! Revenge will be ours! We must not get involved!

The mental shouting match continued until finally, Filius could take it no more.

Silence! He screamed to the voices in his head, We will go to them. Find out what is going on. Then we will decide.

The voices were finally silent. The pain subsiding, Filius made his way out of the building and towards Thraxis's location. He walked towards the door and moved to open it. He entered, walked right past the bodies in the bar without so much as a glance, and stormed past any guards and right into the kitchen. He stared at the people within with a face void of emotion.

"Am I interrupting something?"

(OOC: Hope no one is mad at my thermal scope. I will add it to the entry on my rifle soon.)
 
Thraxis head darted to the presence of a new man who entered the kitchen, his words piercing through the screams, an almost silence arose around him as his eyes looked up and down the man, from his appearance, the way he walked and talked completely immune to the situation was an impressive trait.

Slowly Thraxis turned to Neroba, nothing more then a shrug to show imply he had no inclination of who this man was. "Not really. I mean. If you start trying to free them then yeah you're interrupting but otherwise not yet." a somewhat jovial response came from his lips, his eyes closing as a show of trust of the man. The man was well armed sure, but not well armored. A critical mistake if he wished to start a fight.
[member="Filius Stellarum"] [member="Neroba the Hutt"]
 
The oven had been lit, the cooking rack lowered to it's bottom most position, as close to the heating coil as possible without removing it entirely. Then the unbelievable, a voice, not one the Hutt recognized either. The hefty bulk of the slug-like sentient came about-face, his one blue eye peering through the open doorway in towards [member="Thraxis"] exchanging a look of bewilderment with the Master Torturer.

Pure coincidence of fate, or premeditated intent to do harm and become a thorn in the side of forward progress?

Neroba's first instinct told him it was the latter, very few things happened in the Underworld out of sheer coincidence. The left-handed Hutt rested his palm on a holstered Blaster Pistol, nothing of an extravagant make or custom model. Merely a cheap burner Neroba had picked up off from a Death Stick junkie for a few credits, loud and packing enough of a punch to stop most of the riff-raff of this sector, but not nearly up to par to take on professionals in full armor.

"Kee chai chai cun kuta?" asked Neroba, skipping all pleasantry as he edged in to the doorway that separated both rooms. He wanted to know exactly what this sentient was thinking, and what exactly was he hoping to accomplish by stumbling in here.

[member="Filius Stellarum"]
 

Filius Stellarum

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If either of the two sentients thought that Filius was crazy, they were sorely mistaken. Filius was smart, almost too smasrt for his own good. As soon as he walked in the room he had plotted a dozen escape plans, three ways of disarming either enemy, and almost a dozen fashions of killing the Hutt that stood before him. His eyes narrowed as he observed the Hutt, and a red beam shot out of his eye to scan him. Unfortunately, he was not the one. That didn't improve his chances of surviving this encounter should things get loud, but it was always good to make sure.

"Jee tiy bahva kanwahca," Filius said, hoping to confuse the Hutt by speaking his own language, "Ateema doth wa dan kaae Yih an jot mi bunno bai mah punchee wata." With that, Filius turned to Thraxis, and the three people in front of him. He saw the lit oven, and the knife, and his human side felt sick to its stomach.

"Thraxis, isn't it? You're with the Hutt Cartel? I just joined up myself," Filius said, taking another look at the humans, "What exactly is going on in here?" Filius didn't truthfully care, and since Thraxis was a superior member of the Hutt Cartel he was obliged to take his orders, at least for now, but the only way his mind would be at ease is if he found out what the heck was going on in this kitchen.
 
"Well. I suppose welcomes are in order. I am Thraxis, Cartel Enforcer." his eyes turning back towards the Guests of the Kitchen, "As for what is going on here. Well we are about to cook the boy in the Oven and stick this women through some meat hooks because daddy over there didn't want to talk." an irritated look growing over his face as he stared into the fathers eyes.

After a brief pause Thraxis moved over towards the Meat Hooks, choosing which ones to use and which of the chains to thread through her soon to be pierced skin. This one looks nice... though I do prefer the texture this one has. Damn it is so hard to find good meat hooks these days. A train of thought similar to that continuing in his mind as he looked around the selection of meat hooks.
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Filius Stellarum

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At Thraxis's mention of the grisly torture he was planning, Filius remained expressionless. His human side for some reason stayed quiet, and he was once more the expressionless, ice-cold assassin he had been for the past eighteen years. He had killed his first man at age four, there was nothing special about these three people. Yet, there was something in the back of his mind that said this didn't feel right. It wasn't his human side struggling to break free, but it was somewhat foreign.

"Have you not found someway to get the information?" he asked Thraxis, "If you are angry at the man, I humbly request to be allowed to take him out back and shoot him in the back of the head." The request was one Filius had made many times. He didn't really care about this petty squabble, he had only come to satisfy his human side, and since it was now silent he was as emotionless as always. Filius simply did not want to be in this place when things got messy. Filius hated messy. Even his torture of targets was never messy. He liked things clean, precise, organized.

"I assure you he will not last long, and it would give me great pleasure to serve the Cartel in this manner," Filius had to practically spit the last words out through his teeth, "Unless you have another use for a person with my...capabilities."
 
The intruder failed to surprise the young Hutt, were this some planet near the galactic core, it very well may have. But this was Nar Shaddaa. Just as he had displayed with [member="Thraxis"] early, Neroba did not cede his position or stance. In fact he had taken it a step further, thumbing lose the securing strap of the Blaster Pistol, ready to wield the weapon at the first sign of aggression.

"No. . please, help us. . . PLEASE! I told them what they wanted, Spiders. They used the karking Spiders!" The woman began to plead to [member="Filius Stellarum"].

Three-Hundred and Fifty Degrees, that's what Neroba had set the Oven for. The preheating process had finished, and now the internal temperature was just right for torture. Fifteen minutes inside and this boy would forever remember this night. The night his coward of a father failed to protect him, the night his parents would die brutally.

Remaining vigilant of the situation unfurling before him with this intruder, Neroba spotted a glance back towards Thraxis as he pondered which of the meat hooks best suited the job. One had to appreciate the level of thought the man was putting in to the process, a true connoisseur of morbid cruelty. Though he lacked any Force-Powers, the young Hutt attempted to will Thraxis to linger on a particular hook of devious appearance.

The chain and curved anchor were monstrously rusted, rough to the touch, and capable of staining pale flesh a murky orange from it's unseemly surface. There was no telling how old it was, and clearly it had been a cheap creation not even made from a metal that could avoid the decay of age. It would be an honest pleasure to watch Thraxis feed and sew that filthy, foul thing in to this worthless piece of sentient meat.
 

Filius Stellarum

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Filius saw the Hutt thumb the strap, and responded by slinging his own rifle off his back. The X-2 Shadowblade, in all its glory, was presented for all to see. Not much of a shock and awe, but enough to show this Hutt who really had the firepower advantage here. The woman's cries fell on ears trained for years to block them out, but Filius still turned to look at her. Something churned in him. This was wrong. It wasn't wrong on a moral standpoint, had it been Filius wouldn't have cared, but it was wrong tactically. Unlike a mercenary, or someone like [member="Thraxis"], Filius did not kill indiscriminately. He was a precision instrument. Killing or torturing for no reason but pleasure made no sense to either of his minds.

"She has given you the information," Filius said, speaking in Basic, "There is no reason for further torture. If you desire an execution, I suggest a nice blaster bolt. Its cleaner, carries the same message. I volunteer myself for the job."
 
"Mam. While it is all good to now know what we wanted to know. You really should have spoken up sooner. In fact. Because you were good. I have decided that your husband shall take your place." he said as he motioned over to the women, his hand patting her on the head as if she was some sort of dog. His movements quickly turned to the husband, picking him up over his shoulder as he moved slowly towards the meat hooks, hoping to build as much suspense as he could.

As he slowly walked he looked to the man who offered himself, "I like you. Straight to the point. But at this point I would consider this punishment for not talking when he was told to." his hand slowly starting to shake the body, for no reason other then to try and make him scream a bit more.
[member="Filius Stellarum"] [member="Neroba the Hutt"]
 
Now there was a problem, a big problem. Neroba would not pretend this was some casual encounter, he would not overlook such blatant disrespect. He was a Hutt, and this was so far out of character for Underworld figures to behave that the young Kajidii had to question whether it was a dream or just a true representation of how bizarrely perverted the Hutt Cartel had allowed it's infrastructure to become under the thumb of Desilijic and Besadii guidance.

[member="Filius Stellarum"] had arrived in a way that was both outlandish and unconventional. He came in fully armed, he came in with bluster and bravado, articulating his disapproval to [member="Thraxis"] while attempting to intimidate Neroba, who did he believe he was? Who was he to even breathe an opinion of disdain to what the Hutt of Ujiliic intended on doing? Perhaps lesser Hutts would have seen this type of swagger as a respectable trait, but not he, not Neroba. He perceived this as a sign of coarse contempt.

"Hagwa boska blastoh!" Neroba bellowed with a profound intensity, lifting his Blaster Pistol free of it's holster he brought the focus of it's trajectory square on to Stellarum. "Kapa tonka!" He added, deep voice swarming with a vile tone of disgust.

Now this could have been avoided had the situation played out differently. In fact, it could still be settled amicably. But if someone--if anyone--thought Neroba would allow himself to just be walked over, they had another thing coming. Filius' attempt at intimidating proved only to incite further aggression, and proved that he was new to this game. Brandishing a Sniper Rifle in a narrow, enclosed building. It demonstrated he had a lack of experience with the nature of close-quarter combat, and the true disadvantage of Rifle weaponry in that environment. Did he have the more powerful gun? He sure did. Was it more effective? Not by a long shot. You see a Blaster was not a Slugthrower, and even a cheap little burner like the one Neroba had aimed and ready to fire at the man was more than enough to kill. And this Hutt would do just that if Filius even made an attempt at any type of movement other than putting the Shadowblade on the deck.

"Kee hasa do blastoh, koochoo kung!" Neroba didn't know which side Thraxis would fall on in this scenario, but his Hutt mind was already thinking four moves in to the future. Planning for anything and everything. "Karking echuta!" His Hutt finger was already poised to expel a burst of bolts, one wrong move and things were going to get very violent, very fast.
 

Filius Stellarum

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Filius nearly laughed as [member="Neroba the Hutt"] brandished his pitiful little blaster. If the Hutt had any inkling of a thought that Filius didn't know what he was doing, he was sorely mistaken. Filius was an assassin, a veteran of a hundred kills. He could face this Hutt.

Quicker than ever thought possible, his cybernetic enhancements providing him with blazing speed faster than the eye could follow, Filius raised the rifle to his shoulder while simultaneously leaping to the side. As he did so, he pressed a button on the side of his sniper rifle, and the entire front section of the rifle fell away, leaving him with a very deadly, very accurate carbine. Filius fired a precise flurry of three bolts, aimed at Neroba's blaster. The shots, even fired as they were, zoomed towards Neroba's hand with deadly accuracy.

Filius hit the ground and leaped to his feet, simultaneously pulling a flashbang grenade from his belt.

"Sorry about this [member="Thraxis"]!" he yelled, pulling the pin on the quick-action grenade, "Better cover your ears!"

The grenade detonated in a blinding flash.
 
Well, [member="Filius Stellarum"] clearly made his intentions known. If he thought for a moment that retribution would not befall him, he was sorely mistaken. He had come in as an aggressor, played the role of spurring hostilities where none had been, and now has chosen to attack rather than relinquish his weapon and show some respect. Neroba would react in kind.

The assassin was not nearly as quick as he believed himself to be, since in reality there were no Cybernetics that actually allowed the recipient to bend the law of physics in a way that would vastly supplement their natural abilities to the point they they could maneuver their body in such a way that another sentients brain was entirely unable to visually sense their movement, it was ludicrous to believe, but why else would he choose his course of action, if he in fact did not think it so? At most this man, excluding some extraordinary medical procedures and future tech, had a top-of-the-line reflex package, which made him able to perceive things quicker than base humans.

It was thus that Neroba, having readied himself for this violence, reacted in kind. Now, he was no agile spectacle of Circus-like exhibitions of athletic grace. But he was not completely immobile. As soon as Filius had took to action, the Hutt had began shooting his own weapon, somehow, defying logic, he missed entirely. But as the man took to air, gracing everyone with his bravura and tactics worthy of HoloFilm. Neroba merely leaned his great bulk further beyond the door framing; altering the angle and position of the intended target. A number of the bolts missed.

One however took hold on the outside of his bicep, burning through numerous layers of protective fatty tissue before, like the others, further displaying their carnage on the back wall of the kitchen, but otherwise he was left quite unharmed. He didn't react to the Flashbang, in fact, all the young Kajidii managed to see before the flash was that Filius pulled the pin, yelled out to [member="Thraxis"] then allowed the grenade to detonate without even throwing it. Thus through deduction, Neroba simply hugged in on the trigger, loosing a volley of shots one after the other onto the attackers position. Aiming for the abdomen, the shoulders, the chest. Anything that he might be able to get a hit on, and end this before the terrible ringing in his ears even stopped.

Since the attack and entire aggressive scenario seems to be centered on me, I'm gonna just hop in and reply.
 

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