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- In our world, several degenerate calcites might attack you long before tobacco has a chance to ruin your health, - Genza hissed, kneading his mangled body and settling into a sitting position. - Damn it. And I believed we could make it work, even though they were superior in size. We started well, but quickly ran out of steam. Next time, we need to be more aggressive.
He surveys the physical condition of Girra, Zumi, and Kami with an assessing gaze, finally stopping on his interlocutor.