Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
Mick reached backwards without breaking eye contact and ran his hand across the door behind him, __ee this?_ he said. __his is my door. And no-one is touching my door today._ He shook his head slowly as if the issue wasn__ even up for debate.Surle said nothing, just stared.Mick swung his sword lazily, pointing towards the floor between himself and the infamous Marshal, __ee this floor here? This floor is my porch,_ he said. __nd no-one is welcome on my porch today, especially you.__till nothing from Surle, just silence.__o why don__ you just sod off like a good little lackey?
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Mick reached backwards without breaking eye contact and ran his hand across the door behind him, __ee this?_ he said. __his is my door. And no-one is touching my door today._ He shook his head slowly as if the issue wasn__ even up for debate.Surle said nothing, just stared.Mick swung his sword lazily, pointing towards the floor between himself and the infamous Marshal, __ee this floor here? This floor is my porch,_ he said. __nd no-one is welcome on my porch today, especially you.__till nothing from Surle, just silence.__o why don__ you just sod off like a good little lackey?
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