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"Over anxious or not, they really don't know true fear." she grumbled moving her hand from the tankard of ale she had been drinking. Despite understanding the differences in classes over a bit of time, she still disliked the slurs. Many hit a nerve on her given what her past history had been once.

"It's really not you they should be whispering things about but me instead. The embodiment of a demon lurks in me more than you. "

Fang had not explained to Phylo the full extent of it all nonetheless. However, the next slur she heard made her push from the table. A hand patted Phylo's back before she moved in on the speaker of the last 'devil' remark she heard. Engineers or not, the huntress was not phased from their glares aimed at her friend until she got within their range at their small table.

Their mistake was made a second time as another phrase left one's mouth with a cockiness that set him in her target sights. Moving a hand, she tapped his shoulder before using her right hand to slug him right in the face. A loud crunch echoed and Fang rounded prepared to fight the rest with her hands set in solid form.

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     Kuja does not continue past the Type C. The behavior catches his attention, being somewhat out of line from the others--although really, by now, most of the entities had crafted their own personalities. They’d taken the grafted almost-souls they’d been given and made themselves into true individuals.

     Most of them, anyway.

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