I slowly float down from the top of the building where I was watching you get mugged, and land next to you with feet as light as a feather. I look down at your curled up and bruised form with contempt C'mon, it's only a few bruises. You're fine. I lightly kick you in the ribs to urge you to get up. Or at least I mean lt to kick you lightly. But my strength seems to get the best of me, and the sound of cracking ribs echos in the abandoned alleyway Shit. I mutter, annoyed by your weakness.
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