[The monster-thing sure as hell didn't move like that. Maybe a new, worse one did. He holds his weapon ready--]
[But the monster sure as hell wasn't blond.]
[Warily, Blake comes closer for a better look in the dim light. His weapon drops low as he makes out the face of the last person he was expecting to see.]
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[But the monster sure as hell wasn't blond.]
[Warily, Blake comes closer for a better look in the dim light. His weapon drops low as he makes out the face of the last person he was expecting to see.]
You're that thief.