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“Now,” Quill shouted “Seize him!”

“Again with this shit,” I yelled, struggling and kicking as ht to restrain h, the de pile Assholes “I’m so sick and tired of you rat bastards, always up my ass with your bullshit and – ”

“Mason!” My head turned towards the sound of Florian’s voice “Suit up,” he shouted, rifflinga handful of tiny pebbles

Wait Not pebbles They looked like – liave him? I didn’t intend to find out the painful way Suit up, he said I gritted ainst hope that I could do just as well as Raziel when it caoes nothing, I thought

Warh not with the familiar balm of sunshine This was different Sunshine didn’t shape itself around the contours of your body, bending andSunshine didn’t harden into durable plates all over your torso, your legs, into an entire suit of armor

The deasped I only had ti cry, grunting as he hurled the beans in ourout of the slits of the visor of a helmet that wrapped fully around my head It wasn’t nearly as ornate or as coood try I hoped that it was strong enough to protect me

The first little bean landed at my feet with a soft clatter, followed by the next, and the next Then cahty kaboom

I would’ve been a goner if I hadn’t been cloaked in divine aric beans exploded with the force and fury of grenades The de ore Gross

But still, I’d survived The explosions hadn’t even tossed ly, in my heart and my mind, I sent a quiet, prayerful “Thank you” up to wherever Raziel was Yeah, fine I guess he was my mentor after all Whatever

I looked down at reaves, dripping off my pauldrons and my breastplate A, yuck I wondered if I’d have to cleanthe suit to the Vestments

But speaking of cleanup, there were still three de

I was going to have to get rid of those, too I closedup auntleted fist for the closest de, but I fully punched his head off

That armor wasn’t just divine in nature, but heavily enchanted, too It was already so light, feeling like hardly anything on th far beyond my hulyphs on ht out of olden aura

I dealt with the second deh his chest, then tore the head off the last one Where this thirst for violence was co fro urge inside of ht in battle? Was this my purpose, my mantle, as a prince of the fallen?

It was all I could do to stop“Mason, s the visor onin my blood as my brain raced between the two options I had: to attack Mammon, or break Quilliam’s face