Savitar, Savitar, Savitar. At least I won. Wasn’t it you who had to cry to the counsel to come save your ass from an attack of a four-year-old? (Takeshi)
Four-year-old…tarranine demon. Don’t forget the most important part. Those bastards are hatched full grown and it wasn’t just one. It was a swarm of them. (Savitar)
So you admit you had help? (Takeshi)
Oh, that’s it, sensei. You’re tasting sand. (Savitar)

Autor: Sherrilyn Kenyon

Savitar, Savitar, Savitar. At least I won. Wasn’t it you who had to cry to the counsel to come save your ass from an attack of a four-year-old? (Takeshi)<br />Four-year-old…tarranine demon. Don’t forget the most important part. Those bastards are hatched full grown and it wasn’t just one. It was a swarm of them. (Savitar)<br />So you admit you had help? (Takeshi)<br />Oh, that’s it, sensei. You’re tasting sand. (Savitar) - Sherrilyn Kenyon




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