(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"In a place where yeh'll never find 'im," she hissed. The advantage of
surprise had been lost, and she knew she couldn't run from this thing, "If
yeh think to be takin' him, yeh'll be needing ta get through me, first."
"If it gives me the strength ta gut yeh, I donnae care!" the punch daggers slid
into her hands.
the thing mused,
"Enough of yer chatterin'! If it's a fight yeh want, then c-!"
A chill ran up her spine. What did this thing know? How could she herself
not have known? "If- if yeh're gonna try an' get past me then go n' do it! I..."
She wanted to clap her hands over her ears, or tear out the thing's throat if
it had one. She screamed, her words drowning out the monster's words,
"Shut yer bone-box, yeh hear me?! Shut y-"
voice rang over her cries,
Her mouth worked to form an answer. The man was an idiot... clueless half
the time and barmy the other half. No sense of survival. No subtlety or
street smarts whatsoever. And then there were the piles of asinine
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