[ And he's out of time to second-guess himself. He fires up the blow torch again and takes a flying leap towards the opposite side of the patch, aiming for one of the low liers already stretching out a thin reedy neck blindly in Max's direction. He goes for a fast cut and misses, then has to jump back to avoid the snapping jaws of two, three, and four. Damn it. ]
Guess that would have been a waste of some good banter anyway. How's your six, Batwoman?
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Guess that would have been a waste of some good banter anyway. How's your six, Batwoman?