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The specimen that came to greet him. . .whew, boy. He gave him a look of respect, stopping as his eyes wandered over his scars. Fine warrior by the looks of it, needed to be in Drageda. His smile grew cold as he caught Blackhead's scent on his pelt, and he padded closer, staring him down.

Hey, bro, Verx said, stiff shoulders at odds with his casual tone. You seem like a cool guy, so I'll be real with you. Go tell your lady friends to fuck off. I'm sick of them hanging around my turf.

Whether or not he got the message, Vercingetorix didn't care. He just wanted to nip this problem in the bud before it got out of hand.