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	"Oh really? A war of me v.s you, or would you have some friends join?" Malice asks, but it was obvious she wasn't trying to hit the sergal. It seemed a lot more like Malice was just enjoying the fight, before suddenly putting her blade away. "...Ok, you can leave." she says, sorta just walking off. Most of her fellows sorta just have to pick their jaws up off of the floor, slowly.

	"First off..." He says, before gently poking her, the wounds under the bandages healing rapidly. "Good fight...I didn't expect so much out of one person. You impressed me..." He says, passing her a drink. "...When that scout refused a sparing match, I'd taken your kind for a money grubbing empire. You, happily, disproved that..." Shepard says, swirling around some booze in a mug, the sloshing sound bringing a smile to his face.