"Abandonnez déjà," the woman called out, a bit softer this time as she partially lowered her saber. "Tu n'as nulle part où courir."
"Still can't understand you, unfortunately," I half-lamented. "And I highly doubt that you'll let us both go even if we can explain our situation."
In an instant, the woman's face contorted back into a hate-filled gaze; her eyes narrowing as she raised her saber again. She spoke in English, much to my surprise, "So be it, Imperiale."
Oh boy... I guess it's time to run away from this chick. "Get us out, Lise."
"Got it!"
In an instant, Lise left my back as I turned around to follow her. Behind me, I could hear the Not-French woman screaming bloody murder at our actions. Didn't know what she was saying still, but I just knew that it probably contained a fvck ton of hate speech and expletives aimed solely at us.
"Revenez ici!"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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