Grey scratched the back of his head.
"Hey, fellas, ladies," Grey chuckled awkwardly. "This really isn't what it looks like. You know, I'm not a fan of killing women—especially pretty women. Teenage hormone thing, I know. I'm working on it. But you see, this woman—."
An arrow came for Grey's head.
He dodged, catching the arrow in a sway of his magnetic field, spinning with a palm stretched out, and then hurling it back at double the speed.
It all happened too suddenly. A man standing on a balcony had his head impaled more swiftly than the Goddess' command had come.
"Now that's just rude. I was fucking talking, asshat."
All hell broke loose.
"Shit."
Grey turned toward the exit and booked it, only to skid to a stop seconds later. There were already a large number of individuals blocking his way out of that direction as well.
He took a glance at his stamina and cursed. It was topped up well, but he had no idea how long 351—.
Grey's eyes widened.
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Stamina: 711/711
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