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Billy turns, gripping his shotgun, only to find Cutter standing right there. Cutter holds his bladed, spikey arms up and grins, clearly wanting Billy to see him before he strikes.
Then strike he does, with lethal precision and force.
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Overwhelmed with pain, Billy has time for a last, fading thought before torpor claims him.
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Billy's eyes widen. Surprisingly, there was no pain.
Why is that surprising? he thinks, before trying to form a curse to level at Cutter, his vision fading rapidly and the shotgun slipping from his grasp. His mouth opens and closes, almost comically if not for the onrush of concrete.
Longinus, protect me.....
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