[ The mage, who didn’t like being called a dog in the first place, has a few more expletives for them both when Juzo suddenly bends over and, with one hand, hauls the mage off the ground, slinging him over his shoulder like an angry sack of potatoes.
Despite his aching ribs, the mage tries to squirm free, but has no such luck getting out of Juzo’s iron grip. ]
You wanna knock that off? Might accidentally drop you off a bridge or somethin’.
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[ The mage, who didn’t like being called a dog in the first place, has a few more expletives for them both when Juzo suddenly bends over and, with one hand, hauls the mage off the ground, slinging him over his shoulder like an angry sack of potatoes.
Despite his aching ribs, the mage tries to squirm free, but has no such luck getting out of Juzo’s iron grip. ]
You wanna knock that off? Might accidentally drop you off a bridge or somethin’.