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The young guard burst into the cell. He wore a tattered leather
jerkin and wooden greaves, and held a warhammer threateningly in one
hand. "Oi oi oi! Wot's the disturbance in here for, maytes?" One of his
eyeballs gleamed as he noticed Brin's cute fluffy tail. "Oi oi! Wot's
that
fluffer? Eh? Give er 'ere!" Brin shrieked piercingly as the guard pulled out a short sword and started chasing her around the cell. "Fluff! C'mere fluff! Get back 'ere ye nutter! Oi!" Fred meanwhile twitched in the throes of a massive heart attack. Somehow too much of a man to let a mere cardiac arrest distract him from his mission, he rose from a prone position to a half crouch to a flying horse kick propelling the impolite, youthful guard across the cell and into the bars, which the guard proceeded to wrap his head around with a juicy explosion of blood, teeth and brain matter. Brin shrieked again as Fred flipped in mid-air and landed in a wiry cat-like stance. "My lady are you injured anywhere? Your tail?" Brin stared horrified at the butchered guard. "Oh no Fred! We're in big trouble! We are murderors! We'll rot in this cell until we die!"
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