Noctisardor Bypass [raid] gunpowder meddling

where was the resemblance? who had knocked laurel up this time? the blues and whites merrick saw were nothing like the red tints that had characterized his mother and her bitch sister.
"didn't ask," merrick cackled, swiping toward the child and hoping to trip him. he snaked closer. "i'll ask you again: where's your mom?"
merrick had no qualms murdering the offspring of the last sinner to evade him. there was no mercy in him, only the adrenaline of the moment, the restlessness he felt rising chaotically — find her