622 did a few quick warm-ups before getting ready to move out. He took the sword that had so recently been Armand's, stopping for just a moment to look at it.
No. He didn't have time to think about this. He needed to get out and see what he could do to help. He opened the door to the hallway, sword in one hand, glowrod in the other, scanning the hall.
"Then move it." 622 pulled back, letting the man drop, staying guarded. He had no reason to trust that this one wouldn't decide to do something monumentally stupid.
"Moving, moving!" Scourge scarpered, blade in hand and clutched close to his chest. Definitely not coming back up this hallway with a goodie-good lurking around.
No. He didn't have time to think about this. He needed to get out and see what he could do to help. He opened the door to the hallway, sword in one hand, glowrod in the other, scanning the hall.
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