Gavril, wanting to know the truth of the circumstances her for herself, puts down her crate of meats and throws a quick jab at the air behind her. Finding even her powerful fist blocked by an unseen force, her expression changes from one of concern to one of annoyance.
"Son of a bitch..." She sneers. "Do you think the queen if fucking with us again?"
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"Son of a bitch..." She sneers. "Do you think the queen if fucking with us again?"