"I, I..."
The young Feline stammered, completely at a loss, yet the handcuffs on his wrists, the Shatterpoint Spear at his throat, and the Originium-powered sword inches from his face kept him frozen in place.
Lifting his head, he looked at the Special Forces operative standing before him, armored so thoroughly that only a pair of eyes remained visible, and involuntarily swallowed hard.
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