The steel reinforced door splintered into shrapnel. Jerry caught off guard, was perforated. Laying now on the ground, blood pooling, face shredded. I looked on in absolute terror as they stormed through all entrances, hearing plated boots now on the roof. Dead silence. The calm before the end. Sheathed short swords drawn, steel sliding on leather as they moved with the grace of a wraith come to claim their retribution. A flash of steel, blood drops flying to the right. Why am I falling? Why... Why did we try to steal from them? The height of folly for Gerald to try to take from The Annulled. 

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