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vision. “No ordinary hrinn could have taken that and lived.” She limped closer and he saw the many silver and gold bracelets catching the crazed flek colors as they clinked down her thin old arm. “But fortunately, nothing in the legend suggests a Black/on/black cannot die.”
He caught the gleam of purple and green and pink on something metallic held awkwardly in her hand. With a shock, he realized it was a laser pistol. “Whe-where did y-you get that!” he demanded, struggling with his continuing lack of coordination.
“Not everyone is as stuffy and conservative as Levv, Outsider.” Holding the gun steady, she leaned over, fitting her digits with difficulty to the grip designed for four fingers and a single thumb. Her tongue flicked out around her muzzle. “Of course, Levv is not anything at all these days, is it? Just a few nit-infested culls left, and soon those will be finished too.”
The noise from the grid rose again, but this time the tones were different, more frenzied, dissonant. t