Python wakes, startled by the scar on his face, feeling pain for the first time in a very long time. He looks around, scanning his surroundings. His arms and legs are back, working well, the rust is gone, his chest repaired.
"I was almost out......"
He gets up, checking his guns and looking aroumd for the prince of death.
"See me soon? I am your biggest supplier! I give you souls and lives by the millions a day!"
He raises his arms, looking around.
English
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[b]no response. Only the slow gusting of the wind.[/b]
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Python shakes his head. "Why can't gods or whatever be like Ares? In your face when fighting and straight forward....." He goes back to patrolling the city.