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Finally that damn meta stopped talking. Zach let out a sigh of relief. He was done with throwing puches. How does Viktor do this all the time? His knuckles were throbbing. Hand to hand combat was not his style. Magic was far less hard on the hands.

And then, Kila’s voice came over the comms announcing that this mission was trap. To say Zach was annoyed would be the understatement of the century. He tapped his earpiece. [color=darkviolet]“Are you kidding me? We went to the Everglades, where I got nearly eaten alive by mosquitoes, threw hands with a meta that decided to give me a therapy session I did not ask for, and now you’re telling me it was for nothing?”[/color] He let out a frustrated huff, too tired to actually scream.

[color=darkviolet]“So, what now? Are we ditching this place? Or are we sticking around for more bullshit? Oh, and congratulations on being a rulebreaker like the rest of us Kila! I’m sure Batman’s gonna love this.”[/color]