[He snarls it, bristling with energy and not budging his gaze from the other team. A woman, and a young man. Given the choice, the boy can live—he looks too petrified to speak, let alone give away their position, and someone else could gut him through without looking—but he doesn't expect either of them to go far.
He cracks his knuckles and speaks again in their direction.] Hurry up and get going. I'm not a patient man.
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[He snarls it, bristling with energy and not budging his gaze from the other team. A woman, and a young man. Given the choice, the boy can live—he looks too petrified to speak, let alone give away their position, and someone else could gut him through without looking—but he doesn't expect either of them to go far.
He cracks his knuckles and speaks again in their direction.] Hurry up and get going. I'm not a patient man.