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[waldenborn-a]

“Aim for the throat. Slash, don’t stab. Make it deep.”

to survive on the ground is to learn how to fight,  and helo knew this.     and as he sat on the log next to octavia by the hearth of the campfire,  he was logging every single one of her advice into his head,  learning from one of the best.     slash,  don’t stab.     helo’s war like features were barely mapped out by the low illumination of both the moon and the dancing embers before them,  but he nodded and allow her words to register in his head.       ‘     slash,  don’t stab,     ‘     helo repeated,  followed by a brief pause as he turned his gaze back onto her.       ‘     got it.     ‘

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