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[center][h1][color=9e005d]Constantin Kolev [/color][/h1]
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Location:  The Tent City.[/center]
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 [color=9e005d]“I'm using the back of the blade!”[/color]  Constantin replied to Vlad, still beating the metal and causing noise, but stopped himself to notice if there was any reaction from beyond the mist. This was rather bad. The mist appeared pretty dense though it was still managable at the tent city. Maybe a light could be seen a little further away, but anything beside that was pretty much a blindfold. Maybe more noise would be good... but also bad if panic happened! 

 At Vlad's current plan, he threw the pot to the side and also grabbed a torch. Yes this was something better.[color=9e005d]” Да!“[/color] He replied to the Bazhooli and quickly followed into the mist, making sure to be as close as possible to see the light from the other man's torch.[color=9e005d]” Ve should move in torch seeing distance!”[/color] Constantine called loudly. If they could at least see locations where they were, it could be easier to not miss someone in the net also safer since if a single torch wavers then those around it would know something has happened! Then he even lost sight of the Bazhooli! That was bad. Sabre in the right and torch in the left he continued.

 [color=9e005d]“Vlad! Vher be you?”[/color] He called, hoping to at least get a good direction if the other man heard him, otherwise this might be even worse than he anticipated. Then he realized the absurdity of the denseness of this mist and the fact how wet it was. Hell his clothing already was sogging up! The torch wasn't going to fare any better.[color=9e005d]" Дяволите..."[/color] He cursed.