"Don't move, blink, or you ugly crazy bitch even look at me funny." One of corrupted sent to pillage the luggage had returned with a friend, a friend holding him hostage with a long thin looking dagger in his other hand was a revolver pointed at the other corrupted near us. I didn't know his name or know him from anyone else, but Nidget did, it was Valerind Modere, a Sin Nidget had run into in the past, though I did know he was using the Hand of the Fire God pistol, I hadn't seen it for long in the past, but you never forget something like it.
"Where's Roy?" The corrupted to the crazy mages left asked the questions, the other corrupted who were in the middle of some bench's looting and stopped looting and moved to the center isle, making them five deep against Mordere, not that it looked like he would have had an issue with it. I saw the guy talking had drawn a pistol of his own.
"Oh was that what that thing was called, well Roy will be waiting for you in the afterlife if you so much as think about pulling that pistol, who run's this train?" Mordere didn't talk loud, he wasn't quietly voiced, but he had a very even tone that betrayed zero emotion either way. Like he discussed killing someone with the same fair I do in ordering coffee. He also had only one eye, well one functioning eye, his left eye was just a glazed over dead thing, a long car starting at the top of his forehead and terminating just below his cheekbone the most likely culprit, ordinarily this would mess with someones aim, but it apparently didn't bother Mordere.
"I I I I I I run this train." Young man didn't look like he ran much of anything he was directly to the right of the speaking corrupted, when he spoke up the speaking one pointed his pistol at him.
"How much?"
"I don't understand the question." The train operator seemed confused by the whole situation in general.
"You shut your damn filthy mouth." That was the corrupted, I could see he was really tense on that trigger.
"How much to kill these men and get your train running again?"
"You bas..." Talking corrupted took a bullet between the eyes (which showed that Hand of the Fire God was just loaded with regular ammunition, a relief considering the last time I saw it fired well it would have taken out the whole front of the train). Mordere slit the throat of the man he was holding hostage and fanned down the rest, including the corrupt magic user, she never said a word.
"I'm sorry where were we before we were rudely interrupted?" Mordere had his still smoking revolver out, and he was standing next to the train man. And that's where I'll leave this today, my hand's cramping up, yeah yeah yeah, EAT ME!
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