His brothers, his combatants in arms, rose. She screamed as the bullets riddled through and the door to the ceiling fell open. Ok XXX She rolled her eyes while smiling. “She vill mek a vedy fine hure.” Faust said who early spoke English. German being spat. *flash* with the start of an errupting roar. As she walked in, having just gotten back from work at a gun store, where she had met Ean, she pulled her purse off her shoulder and tussled her hair a bit. It was November seventh, and fall had taken the bleak streets of her fairly small town. However she was fighting back far less. “Surrender!” an American voice cried,
“Fock you american piggy!” Faust yelled in English, his breath clear in the air, his accent thick, firing again.
