[ Shoko is the recipient of this incessant shoving, but in her defense, she's not dallying because the sight of Hella with broken glass embedded all over the side of her face is particularly gnarly or anything, but because she's rummaging through her backpack— ]
Hey, hey, stop pushing me! Damn!
[ —before she pulls out one of the molotov cocktails they'd put together a few weeks ago. Yes, she's been keeping it in her inventory... ]
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Hey, hey, stop pushing me! Damn!
[ —before she pulls out one of the molotov cocktails they'd put together a few weeks ago. Yes, she's been keeping it in her inventory... ]
Think this'll slow them down some?