[He doesn't want to hear her speak. She's too damn loud and the smashing bottle enrages him for some reason. Her voice trembles and she's afraid but that doesn't mean she won't do something nasty and underhanded.]
[He starts walking toward the door, hoping she won't have time. Maybe he should knock her out first. He pushes open the door. Whoever had been there had long since fled-- and looks back and forth, gritting his teeth into a grin]
Looks like your friends have forgotten about you.
[Though no one who fights that damn hard will forget about anything.]
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[He doesn't want to hear her speak. She's too damn loud and the smashing bottle enrages him for some reason. Her voice trembles and she's afraid but that doesn't mean she won't do something nasty and underhanded.]
[He starts walking toward the door, hoping she won't have time. Maybe he should knock her out first. He pushes open the door. Whoever had been there had long since fled-- and looks back and forth, gritting his teeth into a grin]
Looks like your friends have forgotten about you.
[Though no one who fights that damn hard will forget about anything.]