 Snake disguised as Raven Browncoat
They're shiny silver objects and they're sharp.
Kellen didn't want to be sitting next to Sabel any more. Or standing. Working. Whatever. He opened his kit and removed the clippers, idly wondering how long it would take Sabel to have an accident with them. Probably less than ten minutes.
He shook his head, writing it off as a pessimistic train of thought, and waited for Vindictus's next instruction. |