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... e and feral like the first.
This one wore scrapped leather armour, mismatched and held together by frayed cords and patches of metal. A rusty sword hung from one hand, jagged and too long, the edge corroded but still sharp enough to gut.
It paused at the threshold, yellow eyes narrowing beneath its brow.
Leon didn’t move.
He just stared.
"...You’ve gotta be kidding me."
The gate slammed shut behind the newcomer.
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"Damn it.. ...
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