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"Yeah, I'm fine....just a little sore." Enzeru groaned, as he holstered his pistol. "Thanks for asking.
"Let's check on everyone else." Enzeru said as he wrapped an arm around Petra's waist, so as not to hurt her shoulder, and pulled the pair of them back up to their feet.
Once standing, Enzeru lingered a bit before removing his arm from around Petra's waist and taking a limping step forward. The warmth of her body seemed to have dulled his pain.
Looking around at the remains of the tavern and his comrades, who were all soaked in blood, Enzeru could only shake his head.
This place is a disaster...so much blood...
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