"Speak without thinking, and your words can cut like a dagger. Be wise, and your words can heal." -Proverbs 12:18
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Laban DaeMon: "Well Skalmönd, I originally wanted to act humble when the time came, but now knowing your previous 'mouth blade' is burnt to a crisp, I've also come in clutch for you as well."
Shelly's eyes now narrow in skepticism of her most toughest opponent beaten yet.
Shelly: "What are you getting at?"
Laban turns around, smirking and over her shoulder, uses her pointer finger to signal them to come with her.
Laban DaeMon: "Follow me Skalmönd, and Yang Vessel.
I'll show you, your special trophy for beating me.
Plus, it will be good practice for when and if you can steal back my older sister's dagger, Lævateinn."
The three of them make their way to a separate, unopened crate behind the now empty wooden boxes that once held guns.