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It may not be worth it to the street urchins who see this shit every day, but you saw how quickly these bloodthirsty bandits iced their own gang member–whether it’s the sound of Dyl’s last words before being flash-frozen, the doomed look in the captive Chytree’s eyes, or simply how cocky the Icers are acting you’ll never know, but something about the whole situation makes you more <span class="mu-i">angry</span> than cautious…
That something compels you to gently push Vilah aside and stride with growing purpose towards the tormentors! You hear a few nervous squeaks behind you as you leave your friends behind, and yet you know you could turn back if you wanted to–your legs aren’t being compelled to move, you realize… this is <span class="mu-b">ANTON PEAS.</span> This is <span class="mu-i">ALL YOU!</span>
“Oi, got a new contestant, Boss!” Reports the Maroon-eyed Gnok with a slight chuckle in his voice! Shifting her many-eyed gaze from her current ‘art project’, the menacing Mzz’goe’virr’s crooked, toothy grin broadens as she notices your approach!
“Ah, anovver customer!” She snickers as her toadies form a wall between you and her, “Sit tight, love–bit busy ‘ere at the moment…”
She’d better get busy <span class="mu-i">running</span>, you snarl as you feel heat well up in your eyes! The Boss’ expression darkens at your warning.
“‘Zat right? ‘Old ‘im down, lads–I’ll see what he means by that when I’m done wif’ bigeyes ‘ere…”
“Sorry, mate,” Snickers the one-eyed Mox as he and his Gnok pal make a show of ambling over to you, “Gonna learn a hard lesson toda-”
Both goons stop dead in their tracks as you feel a familiar heat course through your blood and into your fingertips. You don’t even need to look to know you’re loaded up–small though they may be, each ember of flickering red flame is enough to sting your eyes! The Icers, however, shrink at the sight of the crimson light–the Mox and Gnok hissing and groaning as they struggle to shield their eyes!
“What… the <span class="mu-i">Hells</span>...” Snarls the Boss as she struggles to squint past the dancing flames on your fingers! Their captive, however, refuses to look away–his bulbous eyes flickering in your radiance!
Sharing a determined nod, your would-be restrainers brave the burning blood-tinged light and try to rush you! Meeting them with your burning hands, you merely place a palm on each thug and watch as the fire leaps from your fingers and sets them both alight like candles on a birthday cake!
The sound of screams and sizzling flesh fill the smoky air as the Icers aimlessly flee like headless chickens–the remaining gangers watching in abject horror at how easily their comrades were dispatched!
“<span class="mu-s">KILL ‘EM!</span>”
>CONTD.
