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Mordecai moves to 14-G and BLASTS the archer!

: "Necromancer, your time is at hand. Give up now and your execution will be swift and painless."

I wouldn't mind the Dragonshield myself, but making our mage a little less squishy would probably be a better use of it.

Very funny :V

Besides, Ursa's inventory is almost full.

I just won. No entries for me for a couple of weeks, even if the rules say I can. Gotta give other people a chance, right?

: "I just told you why, Harold. If I let myself be decent then I can't make myself be in the hard place. If I can't be in the hard place, I can't do what needs to be done. Most of these kids aren't criminals, really, just folks who were in the wrong place or on the wrong side. Except Kyle, but he's psychotic and an idiot. They need someone like me." The thief sighed.

: "Look...I did miss you, too. And while I didn't exactly leave voluntarily I'm glad to get out. If you want to come along you can, but it won't be easy. You need to know that. We're on the run from the law and we're not out of danger yet. Still want to stay?"

Are you talking smack about me, Powder? >:|

Something inside Harlan snapped. He took Harold by the collar in both hands and shoved him away from the rest of the group, forcing the younger Coronas against a handy tree. He spoke in a harsh whisper quite unlike his normal emotionless tone.

: "Do you know how old I was when I got initiated into the gangs, little brother? Eight. They like to get get you when you're young, when you have no one to turn to, like I was after dad left. I didn't have much of a goddamn choice in the matter. But then as you grew older and I knew that they'd be trying to ensnare you as well, do you know what I did?" He slammed his stupid brother into the tree for emphasis. "I told them that you were too weak to bother with, that you were soft, that you were sick. I told them everything I could think of to get them to lose interest. I tried to hook you up with good people instead; remember when that mage society came to town and you got all excited? Who told you about them, little brother? Who?!"
He slammed his brother against the tree again, then slapped him across the cheek because he was so pissed off. Blood began to trickle from the corner of Harlan's mouth but he ignored it.

: "It was too late for me to "live a half decent life", and if I hadn't done everything in my power it would be too late for you as well! When you started pickpocketing so you could be "cool like Harlan" I nearly gave up right then! But eventually you got out of that hellhole, and you know what little brother? I was proud of you. You made it all worthwhile, all the late nights and "favors" I had to do to keep the gangs' grubby mitts off of you." He finally let Harold go, and backed up to wipe the blood away. "You shouldn't stay with us, little brother. We're going to be doing more nasty things like killing that man in order to reach safety and you can't let yourself get involved. Maybe, if we ever do find safety, I'll stop being a slumdog and settle down to die in peace. But until that happens, this group will need someone willing to do whatever it takes, no matter how unpleasant. And that someone is me."

: "Oh please, killing those who can't defend themselves is what you pirates do for a living." He cleaned his knife blade on Kyle's shirt. "Drop the self-righteousness, you're just as damned as I am."

He returned his gaze to his brother.

: "You grew up in the slums just like me, little brother, so you know what it's like. If you had stayed even another few months you'd probably be in a gang and possibly dead."