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Madawcs shirt had turned into a blood-drenched piece of junk. Yet he didn't seem to be very set about pulling it off when the fight was over. Leaving bloody footsteps behind, he looked around. Xavier, as expected, had been pretty efficient in terms of killing. Given the fact that he had to start fighting right after waking up and with no gear on, a circumstance that had forced him to be more cautious and more on the defensive side, the demon-man was rather satisfied by his own work however.

He approached the wagon, or to be more precisely the guy standing on it, straightforwarldy. With a grumpy tone, he asked: "What do you want ?"