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03-03-2012, 08:57 PM
Gabrielle was sticking close to the left wall, her shoulders tensed and her arms half up, ready to grapple or punch.
"How are your fighting skills, by the way?" she whispered over her shoulder. "Do you have any, or it it just instinct? And when did you last feed, roughly? I can go back and get that pack of blood they took from me if you need it."
"Without heroes we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go."
-Bernard Malamud
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