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Asura listened to all of the suggestions. "We can't fight this many at this time. there is an absolute metric shittonne of them patrolling the city now. Somebody has them busy, real busy. If we fight, they will swarm us and kill us. I don't like Grant's idea either as he will probably lead us to a messy death or worse. Our only option that will keep us ALIVE is to head out into the outskirts and then into the countryside where the Hunter's numbers are few and far between rather than this beehive... I don't want to lose anyone anymore. Not like last time..." said Asura quietly as the convoy passed. His mind raced back to a time of blood and fire. He envisioned people, mages and sub-humans he once knew falling all around him, crushed under the sheer numbers of the Hunters. He remembered taking a bullet to the abdominal region and collapsing into a haze of bloody concrete and mud. Just as a Hunter was about to clean him up, he saw Pete, outstretched hand, the Hunter crying out in pure, unabiding agony as it fell silent, it's brain having been ruptured by a mere word; Kill. He was picked up and carried off by his hero before snapping back to reality with a slight jolt.
"Not like last time..." he muttered. "I promised my self... Never again... And besides, I have something to live for now..." he said calmly, brushing Veela's face that was illuminated by the smog-choked dawn light.
"Not like last time..." he muttered. "I promised my self... Never again... And besides, I have something to live for now..." he said calmly, brushing Veela's face that was illuminated by the smog-choked dawn light.