Noctisardor Bypass I own that technology now.

That would do it. Anselm’s harpoon landed a little too cleanly. Heda rounded upon him, eyes blazing as she threw the sorry pair of birds into the brush. 

He might have quailed for all her livid fire, if he had not withstood it once before. 

Anselm felt righteous, and so he set his jaw firm and held the burning of her incensed stare. At least if I fucked myself, I’d get some satisfaction out of it. He countered, the heat of the moment having him say horrible things he didn’t truly mean. In this instant, however, he felt a bitter sense of satisfaction. 

Vell, that has nothing to do vith me. Anselm shot back as Heda revealed she knew another man with an accent. He was so self assured, he didn’t even consider the possible connection. Vhat, you going to make fun of my accent now, Heda?