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[indent][indent]Ashür darted alongside Lyun and Iddin both adding his own words onto theirs towards, to he, an unknown Kassite. "Don't expect our vengeance-facilitating to come cheaply, woman. And don't mistake our hearts, if it weren't for my companions, you'd be food for the vultures by now. . ." [/indent][/indent]
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[indent][indent][b]IA:[/b] "Tch. . ." The Anqullumašḫu stayed her seething tongue, a part of her clearly apprehensive between Ashür and Iddin-Ninshubar's black words. Were they any different than the bandits that put her men in the dirt? Ia grasped tighter upon Lyun's shoulder, finding some comfort in its familiarity, an island amidst a stormy sea. [/indent][/indent]
[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/NBbzOTC.png[/img][/center] [indent][indent][b]ASHUR:[/b] "Boy. . . Stay your hand, calm your mind." He stood beside Etor as he spoke, blade in hand, lining up with the rest of the Hellions before the final charge. He kept especial attention on the young mercenary, unable to take his eyes or thoughts off the image of him losing control to particular the alignment of his soul.[/indent][/indent]

[center][sup]ASHUR moves to N-27[/sup][/center]