From the other end of the alley, the second voice whispered: “What the heck? A wind-up Wodent?” Who is it that we should fear? Your momma?” Before the cornered Crawly could reply, the sound of a soft clicking started to fill the alleyway. “Really?” one of the voices spoke, “then enlighten us.
“You… you don’t know who you’re messing with!” he tried, but this only resulted in the laughter turning into a sarcastic chuckle. While the horned imp tried to regain his bearings, the assassin’s laughter echoed in the veiled street. “Boo!” He spun around again, ready to attack, but before he could use his weapon, his face met with the fist of one the Srams, catapulting him back into the alley. Slowly he tried to back out of the alley when he suddenly felt a presence behind him. “I have a blade and I’m not afraid to use it!” Still silence. The Crawly spun around, drawing his knife: “Who’s there?!” Silence. The Master was restoring his strength, so by time he’s done, you’ll be back and he’ll be none the wiser.” “Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” a voice whispered through the smoke. Just give him the goods and get out of here. “All right, Slick, nothing to worry about. “Oh man, just my luck,” the little demon stammered, “why did he want to meet in Brakmar, of all places?” He stopped for a moment, trying to recompose himself. In one of the more remote alleys of the city, a Crawly of the latter category stumbled to find his way through the smog, completely unaware of the two Srams trailing him from a distance. Most of the city’s inhabitants knew what this meant and stayed inside, while only the bravest and dumbest of the citizens ventured out into the smoke and ash-riddled streets. That night, one of the larger weapon production plants had dumped too much debris into the lava and the volcano was spewing out more smoke than usual, reducing the visibility in the streets to arm’s length. The Brakmarian Royals were pushing the weapon’s manufactory to its limits in the hopes of winning the arms race against Bonta and becoming the only political superpower in the ravaged World of Twelve. It was a particularly dark night in the city of Brakmar.
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