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-- Drink your fill, earth. -- Quint said quietly, watching the crimson streams flowing from the wounds inflicted on Decimus by his blade and bullet. Grelli Jr. briskly walked towards him along the dusty road, and Quint knew that his son was hiding a satisfied smile behind his mask.
Leaving his son to enjoy the simple pleasure of looting, Quint walked towards the elder.
-- The problem is solved. Seven hundred axots.
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it's not interesting that way, and he's not like that
