(I arrived home from a late-night flight at about nine. Two chapters today, written in the airport hotel. I will resume updates from tomorrow, to make up for the deficit. Also, I'm asking for your votes for the 2013 Best Work of the Year award. Dear readers, thank you very much.)
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Anyone else with such gunshot wounds would have long since collapsed in pain, screaming in agony. But Isbella seemed to feel nothing. She calmly spoke with Yves King, as fresh blood streamed out from her wounds.
"You are one of the most formidable women I have ever seen," said Yves King, who himself had several cuts of varying depths on his body. Thanks to his robust physique, his iron-body skill, and his fierce attacks, however, none of these wounds was fatal.
