"puta con suerte," swore the cazadore upon seeing the other's antics. Blanco's plans were loco but that's because the bastardo was even crazier. Only a fucking idiot would be smiling as a Griffon dived at them; not that Gante could see, he just knew. Weren't many normal people in this business...
Gante grimaced as the bottle found his hands. He'd asked for a plan, not an entierro.
"Thought you were smarter than this Blanco, there's skinners who'd give half their hide for a drop. Could've lived like a king, for a few days at least." Most probably would've done and ended up with cero to...
"Seems our little rodent lacks cajones." He chucked cynically. "Killing ground or cemenatario, pero si I've found a place, a place to get the kill or well.." The other option was better unspoken. Turning toothpick for overlarge carrion didn't exactly make for noble fare.
The trio waded through...
"Was enjoying a spell with tu madre," Gante stated casually as he appeared from the shadowed treeline. Eyes hooded beneath cloak and tone even, sarcasm was still found. The cazadore looked to the sky once more before stepping into the small clearing proper. He wasn't keen on becoming a meal for...
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