(Quintiles 29, 59 / 7:55PM)

  (David and Loraine)

  (David) I may be a big shot, yeah, and I’m willing to kill you where you stand right here and now. But I have a question to ask of you.

  On the other side of the building, David slowly put his hands in his jacket, straightening his back as he cleared his throat. And in front of both David and Loraine, Pedro had within his hands…

  (David) Why do you have Boris enclosed in your arms? Is he going to run? Is he going to fight back? What danger does Boris pose to you?

  Pedro, his arms holding Boris hostage, continued to look towards David and Loraine. Tightening his grip upon Boris, his arms were caging Boris not by his neck, but by his chest area.

  Taking a step back from the two, Pedro let out a small chuckle as his lips gave off a warm smile, his nostrils fring upward as his eyes were closed. Hunching back, Boris also followed the motion of Pedro, being dragged by a ragdoll by the male lich, as his chubby body continued to emit sweat.

  (Pedro) Do you think I find something useful for this old fatass? It was my boss’s orders to bring him in, he thinks that Boris may be useful for something.

  (David) Like what exactly? Care to expin?

  David started to slowly walk towards Pedro, still having his hands inside his jacket pockets as he continued to stare intently at the lich. Seeing that Boris' lips were not moving, Boris put a hand to his chin, rubbing the jawline back and forth with his pointer finger.

  (David) What’s the matter, Boris? The lich got your tongue?

  Boris slowly turned towards Pedro, his face starting to be coated with sweat as his face nodded sideways frantically. With his left hand, David extended it towards Loraine, nudging her right hand to hold his as his eyes gnced at Pedro starting to walk back slowly.

  Loraine accepted the hand, holding onto it as she sharpened her young eyes towards Pedro, her left hand enclosed into a fist as her body began to tremble violently. Walking with David, both of them managed to keep up with the pace of Pedro’s backward walking.

  (David) During my fight with Kenichi, I could’ve had an even match with him.

  (Pedro) You’re bluffing, right? I heard from Kenichi that you were on defense the entire time.

  (David) Unlike you liches, there’s a thing called humanity.

  Despite Pedro being slightly taller than David, David folded his arms as he managed to reach a few feet away from both Pedro and Boris. With Pedro’s face beginning to form sweat particles on his nose, Pedro tightened the hold on Boris’s chest, as Boris continued to breathe slightly raspy.

  Loraine noticed this, causing her to tighten her fists even more, her knuckles on the verge of breaking as her entire focus was on Pedro’s neck.

  (David) What I mean by humanity, is the fact that most of us remember who we are as people, what our beliefs are, and what goals and dreams are.

  Pedro slowly looked down as his face started to darken, his smile fading away as a cold frown started to repce it, leading to him tapping his right foot on the rusty floor. Still having his right hand in his leather jacket, David started to let out a small smile as the left side of his lip managed to reach more to his ear than to his right.

  (David) I had emotion and I was taken aback. I saw something that shouldn’t be considered possible. I saw him as a brother yet he fought me like he never knew me.

  David looked down onto the ground, the rusted floor of the industrial building having no reflection. With his face darkened, David repced his smirk with a frown, thinking about the rusted floor that looked too hard to be dented.

  Finally, David thrust his hand outwards toward where Pedro was, his right hand wielding a handgun with the barrel of it pointed right at his head. Steadying his aim, David put his finger on the trigger, his old yet brittle fingertips slowly caressing the metal as he continued to stare at the lich.

  (David) While you, my friend, have no morals, no beliefs, no goals or dreams to follow. You kill for what? For your boss?

  Pedro then started to unleash steam out of his body, the steam starting to go up on top of his head. Loraine, who noticed the steam cloud, squeezed the hand that David was holding her with, his eyes quickly gncing toward her until he looked back at them.

  (Pedro) I didn’t have a choice.

  (David) I knew you were going to say that.

  Pulling the trigger, the chamber of the gun unleashed six of his bullets straight toward Pedro’s face, the barrel of the gun reddening as the metal started to gently melt. With each bullet unching itself out of the chamber, his arm remained in pce despite wielding it with only his right hand.

  In slow motion, the six bullets edged themselves closer toward Pedro’s head, the hot metal about to collide with the center of his forehead. Looking up at the fast bullets, Pedro closed his eyes as his grip on Boris continued to remain hardened, his breathing steady as the bullets…

  Traversed right through Pedro’s head, his head seeming like it was made out of air.

  As the bullets targeted the back of the wall, denting the rusted metal wall, David continued to ready his gun, his finger remaining on the trigger.

  (David) So you’re a user with a blessing I take it?

  (Pedro) No, not a blessing. Something vastly better than just a normal stupid blessing.

  The air on top of Pedro, or rather the cloud forming above him, grew increasingly rge as Pedro started to look with his own eyes. With a smirk being drawn right across his face, Pedro’s hands then reached upwards, his hands being enveloped in the cloud as he felt the deadly air on his palms.

  Taking a step back, David pulled out ammo from his jacket’s pockets, putting six bullets into the chamber as he repced the old ones that were shot. Hitting the back of the bullets to secure their pce in the gun, David turned his head up from his focus on reloading, seeing Pedro—

  (Pedro) This is the pinnacle of power!

  Thrusting his arms outwards to David, the cloud that he grabbed a hold of was unched forward, the clouds traveling as fast as a baseball pitch. Loraine, still having her grip on David’s hand, broke away as she pushed her legs off the ground, jumping from her left side by arching her whole body away from the cloud.

  As the cloud was about to envelop David—

  David was halfway towards Pedro, his legs and arms swiftly moving like a moving bullet. Pedro barely took notice of David’s speed, his eyes widened at the sudden change.

  (Pedro’s thoughts) Wait what?

  Reaching in front of Pedro, the gas cloud that was supposed to envelop him was now useless as David got in front of him, merely inches away from his face. Unable to defend himself from the lightning-fast man, Pedro jumped back, with Boris in tow.

  Noticing that Pedro was not giving up on holding Boris hostage, David pointed his gun towards the lich, caressing the trigger softly as he pulled it back, unleashing another round of six bullets. The bullets unching themselves towards the lich, Pedro kept walking backward as his feet stomped the rusted floor, his grip on Boris unchanging as he took a fast breath in.

  (Pedro’s thoughts) More bullets? Guess I have to use it again.

  Standing still, Pedro saw the bullets edging closer and closer toward his head again, his breathing starting to turn ragged as his putrid and warm breath continued to trickle down Boris’s head. Boris, remaining still, looked to see that the bullets were just about to come into contact with Pedro’s head.

  (Boris’s thoughts) What is his weakness? There’s gotta be a way that his power works…

  Like usual, the bullets that went straight for his head managed to pour out with no tar or skin damage, his head as light as air. Smoke rose from the barrel of the gun, David noticed that the barrel started to turn a bright red, the metal slowly melting more as the metal bullets that hit the ground were sprouting steam.

  (David’s thoughts) I hope I don’t overuse the gun.

  Pedro then felt a rope around his waist, the rope tightening around his body as his body was trapped with Boris.

  (Pedro’s thoughts) Oh, wait … shit I forgot about her!

  Managing to remain standing, Pedro turned his body to see the face of an enraged little girl, her eyelids bloodshot red as her hands that held the rope convulsed, causing the rope to forcingly shake. Closing his eyes as he lit up a warm smile, Pedro looked towards the fuming girl, ignoring Boris’s squeals for air.

  (Pedro) You know that I have your little fake daddy trapped in me right? He’s in more pain than I am so what do you say in letting me go?

  Loraine tightened the grip on the rope even more, the nylon material starting to turn Boris’s face blue.

  Boris gasped for air, his lungs being pelted against both Pedro and the rope, followed by the already small lung space that he had. With tears in his eyes, he continued to eye Loraine, his breathing starting to weaken more as his heart began to slowly pump blood.

  (Boris’s thoughts) Ah! Snap out of it Loraine!

  He tried to bulge his arms yet he couldn’t, he tried to yell out but his vocals worked against him. His eyes slowly rolled onto the back of his head, his throat convoluted with the gasps for freedom.

  (Boris’s thoughts) You’re going to…

  (David) Thank you, Loraine.

  In the back of Pedro, David already had pointed his gun towards the back of him, the barrel of the hot gun targeting a specific area. With his pointer finger on the tip of the trigger, David clutched his finger, releasing not six bullets, but…

  One single bullet, a bullet that wasn’t coated in bck, but in red.

  Traveling through the air, the bullet breached the air around it as it pushed its way onto Pedro’s left back side, as Pedro slowly turned his gnce onto the incoming bullet.

  (Pedro’s thoughts) One bullet? Really? I could just—

  In slow motion, the bullet managed to brush against the skin of the lich, the bullet starting to make itself at home into the unguarded lich. Having the bullet inside where his left chest was, Pedro opened his mouth wide as the air started to get trapped inside his throat.

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  (Pedro’s thoughts) W-What the hell!? Why did it go in!?

  Unlike the other times, tar formed along the ridgeline as a big hole opened up in front of David. Still pointing the gun towards Pedro, David let go of the trigger, putting his finger onto the side of the gun as he watched Pedro with his eyes sharpening.

  Pedro started to leak tar out of his back chest, the hole pouring out hot liquid tar all across the lower ends of his back. His mouth coughing out tar, he slowly turned towards David, his arms around Boris as he flickered his eyes.

  (Pedro) Damn you … How did you shoot me?

  (David) You’re not a gasman, are you? If you were, then you would’ve been using all kinds of fancy ways to kill us, but you only use oxygen…

  David still pointed the barrel of the gun at Pedro, his hand and content yet the chamber was empty. Using his left hand, he pulled out six other special bullets from within his jacket, having them steady in the palm of his hand.

  Looking up towards the lich, David let out a little chuckle as a bead of sweat rolled down from Pedro’s right temple.

  (David) The fact that your power can work on offense, defense, and support is overbearing. Only blessings can have the power of one or two of those, but never three, unless you use that power system…

  Pedro looked down onto the floor, his gaze hardening as he continued to hold Boris hostage, his fingernails digging deep into the skin of the chubby man. As the more David talked to Pedro, the more his eyes widened by the intelligence of the middle-aged man.

  (David) It’s a curse huh? Well, it doesn’t affect liches then it does humans. Anyway, about those bullets.

  David showcased the red-coated bullets, the metal linings on the top being circur rather than jagged or sharp. Having the palm of his hand open for the world to see, Pedro took a step back as his breathing started to turn haggard.

  (David) They’re infused with CO2 gas, not a gas that you’re familiar with. I never thought a day would arrive that I would be using these…

  Pedro pced his right hand onto Boris’s head, his rge and frail hand cupping the entirety of Boris’s bowl-cut hair, his fingertips feeling the oily hair of the old man. Digging into Boris’s scalp, he put more strength as his gaze unfocused onto David’s.

  Loraine, noticing that Pedro’s hand was barely moving freely despite being in the bind, opened her jaw wide as she loosened the grip of the rope.

  (Loraine’s thoughts) How is he able to move in my bind?!

  Feeling the tightness of the rope, Pedro turned his head towards Loraine, his smile ever present as his eyes were pushed to the sides. Despite his face pushing up, his fingertips on Boris’s head continued to cmp more as Boris felt like his skull was about to cave in.

  (Pedro) You don’t want to do this brat, if you make one wrong move, then he’s going to have to pay for it.

  Loraine loosened the grip of her rope steadily, her palms coated with cold sweat as her fingers started to wrinkle from the overall water molecules from her hands. Groping the rope with both of her hands, her strength continued to diminish as her legs started to buckle from the way Pedro had a death grip on Boris’s skull.

  Suddenly, Pedro then walked out of the bind that held him together with Boris, both getting out as he slowly made his way towards the girl.

  (Pedro) You know, girls like you are a threat to this world you know? You think about feelings rather than thoughts. You do things that suit you best versus what suits others.

  Walking along the rusted metal floor, the lich’s bare feet squeaked under the dirty floor, creating human footprints along the dusted floor. Having Boris in front of him, Pedro showcased the chubby old man in front of Loraine, her stance diminishing as her mouth started to flicker up and down from the way things were going.

  (Pedro) Would you go to lengths for this old man? The man that put you in a survival game to better prepare you for the world?

  Many gunshots were heard coming from the back of him.

  (Pedro) You’re getting annoying.

  Pedro arched his body to the right as he heard the incoming fire from beneath him, his ears perking up at the millisecond that David shot his gun. With his body arched to his side, the incoming bullets soared through the air, sending shockwaves in the rippled air as it managed to make its way into the abyss.

  Well, some of the bullets managed to cause Pedro no harm, but as for most of the bullets…

  As three to four bullets pierced the air, it found its pn B target being Pedro’s left shoulder, the special types of bullets piercing the white pigment skin. Digging deep inside his body, another course of holes managed to lodge itself deep into the lich’s body, swallowing up the bullets as the bck tar digested them.

  (Pedro) Don’t you have anything better to do? You keep on shooting me with that same gun over and over again. Don’t you have something else besides shooting?

  (David) I think you’re mistaken.

  David, wielding the gun with just his right hand, pulled it back towards him as he jammed it into his holster. Still rubbing the metallic metal upon its case, David kept his focus on Pedro, his eyes loosening as he slightly tilted his head to the right.

  Straightening his back, he extended out his left arm, his hand enclosed into a fist almost as if he was about to give Pedro a fist bump.

  (David) I don’t shoot a gun because I’m a sharpshooter.

  Letting go of the back of the gun that was holstered to his right hip, with the barrel pointing downward, David brought his right arm tucked into his armpit, spreading his legs out as he drew a fighting stance. Opening his palm, all of his five fingers pointed straight at Pedro, the nails of all five of them ragged and sharp.

  (David) I shoot a gun because I’m too strong.

  A massive cloud of aura circuted David, his stance making Pedro take a step back, causing his arms to loosen dramatically as air got into Boris’s small lungs. Even though Boris opened his mouth to get a wide amount of fresh air, he quickly looked up towards the godly stance that David drew.

  Boris' face turned deadly pale, putting a hand towards his chest as his breathing started to turn irregur again.

  (Boris) Oh shit …

  Pedro looked down at Boris’s face, a bead of sweat dripping down onto Boris’s cheeks as Pedro widened his eyes, shaking his legs uncontrolbly. Gulping down an abundance of tar from his throat, Pedro slowly cwed his fingernails onto Boris’s arms, the ragged razor razor-sharp nails making small cuts at his arm.

  (Pedro) W-What? Is he portraying his full power?

  (Loraine) You done F-U-C-K-E-D up!

  Pedro turned his head quickly towards the back of him, his all-bck eyes snting toward the tomboyish girl's voice behind him. Standing behind Pedro, Loraine let out a devilish smirk as she stood up straight, the corners of her lips reaching to the ends of her ears.

  Moving her right hand, her fist was clenched hard, posing it as if she was about to punch him, but she stuck out her thumb shortly after. With her thumb, she pointed it to the direction of herself, her feet gripping the rusted floor as her nose fred up.

  (Loraine) You should always check where your feet are, mister!

  Loraine had her left hand down to the ground, casually having it motionless to the ground. Seeing that Loraine was rexed, Pedro turned his head down towards where her left arm was, his eyes pinpointing a nylon rope that was trembling with strength.

  Pedro turned his head down to where his ankles were…

  (Pedro’s thoughts) That little shit!

  (Loraine) Hehe … go get em David!

  Fortunately for Boris, his feet were not on the ground when Loraine did her little cheat attack. Not being affected by the bind, Boris quickly ran off to avoid getting captured again, his lungs stabbing his chest as he pushed his feet forward toward where Loraine was.

  Pedro on the other hand couldn’t walk even if he wanted to, the bind that Loraine did to him eliminated any ways for Pedro to attack or even defend. Not only that, but the special bullets that were lodged in his left shoulder still had the effects of the CO2 gas, the fumes still spreading throughout his body.

  Turning his head towards David, he quickly noticed—

  (Pedro) W-W-What?! W-Where is he?!

  Gone in a whiff of dust, the only trace that David left in his wake was the cloud of dust and rust that circuted his original area.

  His breath caught in his putrid throat, Pedro looked around to try to find any sight of David, his eyes squinting at every corner of the nook inside the rge building, even watching the fight unfold from the other side.

  (Pedro’s thoughts) I just hope Mia doesn’t mess up—

  A shocking pain unleashed demonic agony across the contents of his cheekbone.

  The air around the surface of his right cheekbone started to break apart as the force of the object forced his entire head to arch back unrealistically.

  But it wasn’t a metal object that was hit against him, nor was it a weapon of any sort.

  The object felt too warm for anything metallic, the weapon itself being a weapon that humans used at the beginning of time.

  (Pedro’s thoughts) Was he holding back all this time?!

  In an instant, a small sonic boom made a wall around the entire body surface area of the lich, the deafening thunder of the punch causing his eardrums to burst upon impact.

  With his body off the ground, Pedro soon found himself in a flying position, his entire body being pushed by the inertia of the punch. Instead of just normally flying like a pigeon or bird, simir to the level of punches that Luna or Jenny do.

  Pedro was flown away like a diving peregrine falcon, the supersonic speed eating away at his white pigmented skin.

  In a split second, Pedro hit the rusted wall of the metallic and dirty wall, the oxidation of the metal being dull and weak for any strength put upon it. Being too heavy, the wall that should’ve won over Pedro managed to colpse onto itself, his inertia causing him to break down part of the wall of the factory.

  (David’s thoughts) Just one more finishing blow.

  His left hand coated with white pigment skin and sticky tar, David started his stance again, his feet not gripped to the floor as his legs rexed and loosened up. Followed by his arms, his muscles didn’t expand or contract to the way he punched Pedro, his fists not gripping as much as the others would.

  But despite his loosened body, with his menacing look, David soon vanished again.

  (Pedro’s thoughts) My right cheek! He made a fucking hole in my right cheek!

  Clutching his cheek with both of his hands, his hands trembled as the gushing rge hole poured a never-ending stream of tar. Being outside of the factory walls, Pedro shut his eyes from the pain, his eyes flickering intensely as his fingernails dug themselves into his nose.

  (Pedro’s thoughts) That bastard will pay for this—

  A rge hand grabbed the hem of his throat, deathly tightening the grip as Pedro found himself being thrown upward to the sky. In a swift motion, Pedro let the motion take him to a couple of stories high off the ground, tar streaming out more as some of it dripped down onto the ground.

  Looking down at the ground, he noticed that a middle-aged man looked up at him, the man crouching down as he shook away his fists repeatedly.

  (Pedro’s thoughts) Wait! What is he doing!? Don’t tell me he’s…

  (David) It’s been a while since I st did this.

  Gripping his feet onto the busted-down metal door, David readied his fists, letting the blood flow into his hands as it started to form a reddish pink. With both of his arms, his muscles started to expand vastly more than they should be doing, his rge veins sprouting from within his jacket, managing to be seen by the naked eye.

  And then David let out a circur arm motion for both of his hands, his left arm moving in a clockwise rotation and his right arm moving in a counterclockwise rotation. At a rapid speed, the air around his arms caused air bubbles to form in between every circur rotation.

  (David) I don’t call attacks, but you’re going to love this one!

  Pedro then fell as gravity worked against him, the motion of his body leaning closer and closer to the ground. Unfortunately for Pedro, David was soon ready for the incoming lich dropping down onto his little party game.

  As soon as Pedro started to take a position for David’s trick, David then waited at the right time when Pedro was just on top of him.

  And the right time soon began.

  (David) Divine Sb.

  Still in the motion of his circur rotation, David thrust his hands at the right time when his hands came into contact with Pedro’s stomach. As if his entire strength was used for this attack alone, David’s body emitted a surging amount of air around him, reverberating the rusty walls and metal around him despite being outside.

  The grass and dirt near him swayed with the air motion of the punch, the windows from the top ceiling being shattered as shards of gss spttered into the rusty building.

  And then Pedro flew, soaring into the air with a rge hole in his stomach. Not being able to see where he was going, David only watched as Pedro was long gone from the building, the shock of the punch forcing his body to travel west.

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  (Quintiles 29, 59 / 8:05PM)

  (David) Are you guys ok? How’s Boris doing?

  (Loraine) Boris is doing okay! He just has weak lungs!

  (Boris) For the st time … pants … I have small lungs … pants …

  (David) Just breathe inside of your inhaler old man. Anyway, I don’t think I ended him, he’s probably somewhere in the city.

  David, Loraine, and Boris all sat together in a little circle, sitting on a bunch of wooden crates that had many splinters. Feeling their bottoms being pelted against the uncomfortable wood, they all started to rustle their bodies, their legs squealing from the horribleness of the comfort.

  Despite sitting on these wooden crates, all of them felt relieved that having splinters upon their thighs and butts is the only thing they have to worry about, their breaths slowing down from the horrible scenario they faced. David, looking around the room, noticed that the hostages were being set free by the soldiers, and the sounds of fighting stopped shortly after they finished up with Pedro.

  (David) Looks like that random lich girl was dealt with. I wonder where Jenny and Jerry are.

  (Boris) For now, let’s go take a look at the—

  A high-pitched squeal was heard from the other side of the room, a feminine squeal that reached every corner of the building.

  Opening their eyes wide, the three of them stood up from their seats, ignoring the splinters that were tched onto their bck pants.

  (David) That sounds like Jenny!

  (Boris) There’s no time! Let’s see if she’s alright!

  Moving their legs in motion, the three of them sprinted towards the area where Jenny screamed, their faces pstered with cold sweat as their stamina still wasn’t fully recovered.

  David still had a strong hold on his breathing, his chest and body having no faults or errors in his sprint. For Loraine, she barely got a hold of herself, her breath slowly descending and ascending frantically like a roller coaster.

  While Boris wheezed his lungs out, his breath caught in his throat as he couldn’t even make it halfway towards Jenny before he colpsed onto the ground.

  (David) Do you need to be carried?

  (Boris) wheezes … yes …

  Both he and Loraine stopped, they turned their head towards Boris, with Loraine putting her hand over her mouth as she loudly giggled. David meanwhile, folded his arms as he slowly walked towards the colpsed Boris, exhaling a sigh as he extended his arm out.

  (David) I’ll give you a piggyback. Hold on tight old man.

  (Boris) I’m five years older than you!

  Having Boris on his back, David and Loraine continued onward with their sprint, as David’s legs used an excessive amount of force as the weight of Boris himself seemed to overpower David. Even though his legs wobbled with every step in his run, David didn’t falter his breath one bit, his chest continuing to heave like normal.

  Reaching the area where Jenny was, they quickly noticed that a small and thin soldier was wrapping a rge white bandage all across her lower stomach. Seeing this, they all noticed a foul-smelling odor coming from Jenny, causing them to pinch their noses.

  (David) gags … What the hell is that smell?!

  (Scared Soldier) It’s coming from her sir… that girl lich did a number on her stomach, especially where her intestines are at.

  Jenny’s head rested on the soldier’s p, her eyes were closed shut as her mouth was wide open, cold sweat still ever present on her face. Looking down at the ground, Boris put his hand underneath his double chin, Boris rubbed it with his ring and middle finger.

  (Boris) Is she going to live?

  (Scared Soldier) We used a special type of injection to keep her alive, but she needed a professional medic and a table for her. Either that or a person that deals with healing of some sort.

  (David) Healing … Boris, get a call in either Hope or Benn! Those two are together!

  (Boris) I’ll try to reach out to them.

  Boris got out an invention made by Stan and his friends, a small walkie-talkie that was specialized in receiving communication with others. With both his hands, Boris rolled down the mini knob on the metal device, hoping to find the frequency that Benn and Hope were assigned.

  Finding the assigned frequency that he remembered was Benn’s, Boris pushed the up keypad for the incoming transmission call, his hands shaking as his palms started to crush the metal device profoundly. Luckily for him, the transmission call that he reached to Benn managed to work.

  (Benn on the talkie) Hello?

  (Boris) Benn, this is me! Is Hope okay?!

  (Benn on the talkie) Partially. She’s breathing and she could walk fine, but she’s still mostly burnt.

  (Boris’s thoughts) Just who did they battle against? Did they also get ambushed as well? I’ve been mostly held hostage this entire time so I don’t know anything about the others…

  Boris tightened his grip on the homemade walkie-talkie, his fingers digging into the bck material as it started to creak from the pressure. Loosening the grip, Boris straightened his back as he swiped away blood from his nose.

  (Boris) I need you guys to come here to the industrial complex east of the city. Jenny is badly injured.

  (Benn) I’ll let the ptoon know.

  Both hanging up, Boris put the device into his pocket, looking towards Jenny who was now being comforted by David, Loraine, and the scrawny soldier. Letting in a rge inhale of bad air that he was all too familiar with, Boris started to cough as his lungs started to stab inside of him.

  (Boris’s thoughts) cough cough … Can’t believe it’s happening again … and they took me to the area where I was raised…

  Boris looked around the factory floor, noticing that a particur person seemed to be not present. Scanning the floor again with his eyes squinted, Boris put his hand onto his chin, tapping it arithmetically.

  (Boris’s thoughts) Is Jerry present here? Wasn’t he the one who dealt the finishing blow?

  (Military Man#1) Are you the leader or overseer of these men with bck suits?

  Boris looked towards the military leader who helped free the hostages that the two liches were guarding. Noticing that the hostages all wore fancy suits and dresses, Boris ignored it as he focused his eyes on the man.

  (Boris) Yes, soldier. Have anything to decre?

  (Military Man#1) One of your soldiers, the tall elf with an eyepatch, was abducted by the enemy. They say they st saw him heading east…