[ The drow reels from the impact, turning in the direction of the sound of both the gunshots and the grate, which clatters to the floor. He shouts in drow: ] Up there! Kill her! [ The General stubs his cigars out into the eye of the soldier on top of him, and his scream of pain echoes through the room, mingling with the cries of those who have come to realize there's no escape from this death trap. The distinguished man turns towards the soldier who is pointing at Francesca, and buries the shards of his broken glass into the drow's neck, right above his armor. Blood spurts out everywhere, but the drow falls to his knees, eyes rolling back, and the sword falling from his hand.
But who knows how many invisible fuckers are making there way for Francesca now...]
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But who knows how many invisible fuckers are making there way for Francesca now...]