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... Tarkas? Rawrs? Tordo? T-The hell are you guys doing?」
My three companions had collapsed right in front of me. They were missing all four of their limbs and bleeding themselves out as they cried in pain and despair.
「You bitch! The hell’d y-you do to them!?」
「…」
「You be hella open! Die asshole! Oraahhhh!」
「Nn」
「Shit! The hell!? That’s impossible! Let go damn it!」
That’s fuckin’ just not right! The brat just stopped my club with her bare hands!? How the he ...
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