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His grin grew wider as she stumbled on, stretching over his entire mouth by the time she was finished. I got you, girl, he said, nodding. Aure. That's pretty; I like it. He gave her scars a glance before gazing back into her eyes again, trying to read the emotions--if any--that lingered there.

Don't you worry about a thing, Vercingetorix promised, shaking his pelt out, his broad shoulders rippling under the black sheen. We'll get you up to snuff. You wanna start offense or defense? He squared himself, waiting for her response.