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Totally caught offguard by Maverick's hostility, Larry gawks at him for a moment ~ "What are you talking about, man?" ~ Gazing wildly around him, he notices Spree rolling up her sleeves and mouthing some words. ~ If only I knew what she's trying to say... ~
With the dagger pointed at him, the tension is unbearable. Once more, he glances at Spree and notices the scythe mark on her arm. Rashly, he draws out Nightblade and grips it tightly, facing Maverick once more. ~ "What do you want?" ~
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