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- What? - Zam is slow to react, processing what he heard and saw. - How? What archer?
-- I'm not in the mood for long speeches. Let's go through it step by step: insubordination and arrogance from an unnamed archer-87, I suggest he go to the superiors, I get punched in the face, 87 kills Sheila. With his bare hands. Exactly. This master of hand-to-hand combat almost killed me too. Some kind of foreign special forces, damn him. I killed him. I hit him so hard that his temple cracked. - Ushumgallu smiled with only one corner of his mouth, as if he was on the verge of a seizure, - I carried Sheila to the medics - they couldn't save her. There was also an interrogation. But that's not interesting. What a mess. It's annoying. Give me a cigarette.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers