[b]“You want to stay?”[/b] Darius replied, not stopping his actions despite Mana’s belligerent attitude. [b]“We’ve been sitting on our asses for a few hours now. You want to wait forever? Until they open the door to this church on Sunday morning and find some nice, half-starved humans to chomp on? Or what?”[/b]

There was another person, some blond, tanned kid, with a drill though, so that was probably going to be fairly useful. Of course, that kid also sounded like some unstable child slave who spent the majority of his life locked up in a room with no windows, but Darius wasn’t too worried. At least this ‘Joel’ was doing something, unlike that sarcastic seaweed head. He liked action and disliked words. Probably not even going to be worth it, asking for her name, if all she’s going to do is…what, talk? Ask questions? Nothing worth thinking about, in the end. Darius continued to knock on the windows, hoping to catch the attention of one of those non-human existences walking about outside. Maybe an elf or a dwarf or something that didn’t look like it ate humans.
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