"You make me do the dirty work; I get to decide when the punishment's done," Thal snapped and darted his eyes about in the fumes. He didn't bother responding to the hunter's comment on the kid, and a part of him figured she was safer underground anyway. Instead he breathed in the air, catching the stench of the hunter in the sulfuric reek of smoke, and started sidestepping in an arc around him. How to get out of this place was his present problem.
"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
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