Chastane slouched, his insides feeling as though they'd been pulped by hammer-blows, though hardly a mark was on him as he staggered, dark vitae dripping from his mouth. "Least I could expect from another prissy French cunt!" he snapped, leaning on the wall.
"Your capabilities leave much to be desired." LaGronge said with a frown,
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