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[trenchcoat_brigade]

[Exhales. Bleeds.] Ah well, bollocks.

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[unwillingdemonhunter]

Need a hand there buddy?

[trenchcoat_brigade]

I could fancy a light to begin with. [His Silk Cuts are in a battered pack but still in his pocket. The lighter? Lost somewhere in the fight.

Pity. He rather liked that one.]

[unwillingdemonhunter]

[John picks out a Pyromancer's Lighter from his backpack and hands it over. It's quite the generous lighter with odd gems embedded into it.] Here, that ought to help. So what brings you to this hell dimension?

[wretchlikeme]

Didn't work out?

[trenchcoat_brigade]

All according to plan. [John presses a hand to his temple, wiping away the blood there. Nothing bleeds like a head wound.] Even when the plan is for things to go sideways.