What, you wanna fight 'em? [They're almost in hearing distance. Midnighter's grip on his sword tightens.] Go ahead.
[And Midnighter springs forward, sword at the ready. The first to fall barely has time to scream before his throat is cut and he's gurgling to death on the sand. The second has a bit more luck, scrambling backwards and gasping.]
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[And Midnighter springs forward, sword at the ready. The first to fall barely has time to scream before his throat is cut and he's gurgling to death on the sand. The second has a bit more luck, scrambling backwards and gasping.]