Thal swore after the Tia's retreating back, taking a few awkward steps after him before growling and grasping the bolt lodged between his ribs. "Come here and help me get this out. And quick." Blue eyes darted left, right, ahead. Dead lungs drew in air they didn't need, filling nasal cavities that returned to him far more information than sight alone could manage, while his ears did the rest. Fast. They were coming up fast. "Really fast, kid." He pushed on the bolt and tried to ignore the disturbing sensations of it sliding past organs and bone.
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"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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