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—Three hundred zombies and Sir Kerr's love story... Sounds amazing. Though, lately, nothing impresses me anymore. —ripping the sleeve of his shirt, the nerd quickly bandages his bruised hand. —If it doesn't require special medical skills, I think, my friend, you should take the opportunity to at least temporarily delay the onset of the disease. —he nods to the two-headed samurai.
—I'd like to rest a bit, and then... How can we help in the search for this Aristocry, or in something else? For now, I'm lucky against the infected, but otherwise, I'm like glass: I cut sharply, but I break easily. My comrade has a similar combat build. —he decided to share their builds with the protector, just in case.
Baka told one of his subordinates to call this local, and soon she appeared before them.
(Those who see the monitors should know that this is just a mirage or a glitch in consciousness...)