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The torch-wielding mongrel waddled in without a care in the world.
It didn't even seem consider the possibility that the killer of his fellow mutant could still be around.
As t started poking the corpse with its foot while letting out a croaking laughter, Hemya wondered if that one might have come from a different tribe of mutants.
Slowly and quietly, a clubfooted female mutie entered the murder scene.
She is even smaller than her companion and carried some empty glass bottles attached to some cordage in one hand and a bone-shiv in the other.
Unlike the torch-carrier she did look over, made eye contact with the human and froze.
>1. Dispatch the female while the male is distracted.
>2. Grab the little cripple and trow her at her friend.
>3. [write in]
