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"Aaaaaand forty!" Uriel shouted as his thorns raked across another man's back. All of the crew of the slaver ship now had ruined shirts and forty cuts of various depths on their backs. They were also silently regretting several decisions in their lives. It had been a lot of Aura expended to keep his thorns sustained for so long, but Uriel felt better than he had in ages. Hurting people had that effect on him.

"Now then, are there any of you that my crew and I have neglected?  I don't want anybody spreading rumors that the Storm Fang has a sloppy crew."