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I hate when people can god-damned fly. How is that a trick I missed out on? Oh well, best to just use what I have.
A table to Kaleb's backside was begging his name. Kaleb surveyed his surroundings in hopes to have a few moments of safety, and flipped the table over. A hard kick to the leg instantly ruins this table worth who knows how much.
People flying around, using swords and what not.... Gotta even some odds.
Equipped with a sturdy table leg, Kaleb looked for his next target.
I am not dealing with some wanna-be Superman, and Anamoly can handle the brat by himself. Oooh.... Who is this?
He knew the man as Flinn, he had met him once before. The two had spoken briefly, until Kaleb was stolen away by a very scintillating plate of shrimp cocktail. Perhaps he could make up for his rudeness by letting Flinn take out a little agression on him. He could take it.
"Flinn! My new friend here wants to have a word with you."
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