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"Run! Red Falcon! Run!"
Merlin was sprinting down the corridor, with Roger's arrival causing constant tremors and the lights flickering on and off.
He ran while yelling at the Red Falcon behind him, urging the slacker.
"I'm running! I'm running!"
Red Falcon shouted, his mood beyond words like terrible.
Holding the firearm, a folding blade hung at his waist.
He was armed to the teeth, but thinking about the formidable foes he might face next, Red Falcon felt fragile.
A mere mortal, having taken down a few demons, Red Falcon thought he was somewhat of a hero, but soon he might face Roger Cruz, an enemy that even Lorenzo couldn't confront head-on, making him feel like he's walking to his death.
"I say, Merlin! Is there any secret passage for evacuation? You old thing lived enough, I still want a peaceful retirement!"
Red Falcon wailed, previously his luck might alter a slim chance, but this time Red Falcon saw no hope.
