“I can see that you are
alive indeed, but not for long,” one of the demon said. He had long
dirty hair falling down to his lower back and Kamaril couldn't help
but thinking about how uncomfortable he would feel with those,
especially when fighting. He could already picture himself grabbing
the other demon by the hair for a nice spin but that one also had
monumental horn on the top of his forehead. Maybe he should be
listening or paying attention a bit to whatever the guy was going to
say but he stopped there so Kamaril felt like he had to answer, to
try to said something smart.
“That depends,” he
said. That wasn't smart but at least that was going to save him some
times.
“That depends?” the
demon answered intrigued.
“Just kill him and
let's be over with him,” one of the three said. He has very short
black hair and Kamaril would have almost admired his style if that
wasn't for his life being on the line.
“That depends of what
are in those boxes. I know some of those guys, what are you doing to
them?” he asked. He couldn't help himself, he was supposed to beg
for his life but he couldn't find the weakness to do it.
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