“I think your ship left without you.” A sailor from a ship
which had been berthed next to Adjudicator said as he meandered up innocently
and stopped next to Felone, a cunning smile on his face he couldn’t hide and
obviously hoping the young looking girl was now going to be in need of a strong
male shoulder to lean on, and a warm berth to sleep in, but he was mistaken.
The fingerboard exercises that Felone practiced every single
day without fail meant her fingers were as strong as mobile bands of carbon.
They were in fact mobile bands of hardened carbon. The not so innocent sailor
did not see her strike, she moved so fast as to defy the laws of reality, and
then those fingers locked on his windpipe and she ripped out a gaping chunk of
his throat.
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