"Fùck you." [i] She stands up, swaying on her feet and her sword clutched in her hand, blood dripping down her torso from the open wound in her collarbone, and she sets off to the nearest door.[/i]
English
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[b]He follows[/b] "Let me help damnit!"
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"What part...of fùck off don't you understand?" [i] She says as she limps towards the door.[/i]
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[b]He aims his beretta[/b] "Either I shoot you, or you bleed out, your choice"