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"Always knew you'd turn traitor. I never fuckin' liked you. The way you looked at me sometimes... hate, I think I'd call it."

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	# VultureHurt 179	He pulled his knife from its sheath and started booking it towards the saloon.
	# VultureHurt 180	A chill of ice ran down your spine as he started running at you, and you hastily threw Black's revolver across the floor towards Joseph.
	# VultureHurt 181, Speaker "$Player"	"Hide!"
	# VultureHurt 182	He looked at you, then saw Curly past you, then looked at the gun on the floor and grabbed it after a momentary pause.
	# VultureHurt 183	The last thing you saw as you slammed the saloon door shut was Joseph sliding to the end of the bar, before Curly was upon you.
	# VultureHurt 184	You swivelled around in time to see Curly reach toward you as his hand closed around your throat, shoving you against the wall.
	# VultureHurt 185	A dull pain throbbed at the back of your head as it bounced off the wood, Curly gripping your neck and keeping you there.
	# VultureHurt 186	Your hand snapped to his arm and pulled, claws digging in and scratching the muscles of his arm straining against his skin, drawing blood.
	# VultureHurt 187	He had no patience for that and snatched his arm away, snarling, before snatching your wrist and holding your arm up, pinning it to the wall.
	# VultureHurt 188	Your back was flush with the wood, forced onto your tiptoes by his pulling on your arm, bringing you to his height.
	# VultureHurt 189	His grip was tight around your wrist, your hand starting to feel numb and prickly.
	# VultureHurt 190	He came up close to you and brought his knife up, tracing the blunt side around your face before turning it around to threaten your cheek.
	# VultureHurt 191	The blade cold and hard through your fur, just below your eye, held still to your skin by Curly. He was so close now, face to face.
	# VultureHurt 192	You could smell the days of coffee on his breath and see your own tired, fearful face in the pinprick blackness of his eyes.
	# VultureHurt 193	Your mouth dry, your panting breath hurting in your throat.
	# VultureHurt 194, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"Always knew you'd turn traitor. I never fuckin' liked you. The way you looked at me sometimes... hate, I think I'd call it."
	# VultureHurt 195, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"Had me going for a moment back there, though! Thought you'd finally seen some sense, in your own screwy way."
	# VultureHurt 196, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"Too good to be true, hah. But what should I have expected. It's always been your game, blending in."
	# VultureHurt 197, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"You knew what you were doing. Never giving me an excuse, never giving me a chance, cuz you know what I do to traitors."
	# VultureHurt 198, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"How I like to make 'em squeal. You're stupid, but not stupid enough to let that be you."
	# VultureHurt 199, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"Till you blew it today, of course."
	# VultureHurt 200	You felt the knife twist so slightly in his hand, toying with it. Thinking of what to do with you.
	# VultureHurt 201, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"Shame that I don't have time to give you the proper traitor's punishment, but I have your feathered friend to finish off after you."
	# VultureHurt 202, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"Say yer prayers, kid."
	# VultureHurt 203	The beating of your heart pitched into the rhythm of a stampeding horse at the thought of dying, of the knife about to slice you open.
	# VultureHurt 204	The thought that Curly was about to kill you, but... what scared you even more was the thought of what he might do to Joseph.
	# VultureHurt 205	Time felt like it was at a standstill. Curly was going to make his move. You had to do something.
	# VultureHurt 206	You weren't going to let this happen, you couldn't, you came here to kill him. You weren't going to die.
	# VultureHurt 207	The fear propelled you now as your head lunged forward, you stuck out your neck with the speed of a cracking whip, snapping your jaws open.
	# VultureHurt 208	Curly hadn't even pulled the knife back yet and it sliced through your cheek as you stuck your head out and clamped your teeth on his snout.
	# VultureHurt 209	You bit as hard as you could on Curly's face, teeth meeting bone and cutting through flesh, all the tension in your body locking up your jaw.

	Key	English	Actions
	# VultureHurt 180	A chill of ice ran down your spine as he started running at you, and you hastily threw Black's revolver across the floor towards Joseph.
	# VultureHurt 181, Speaker "$Player"	"Hide!"
	# VultureHurt 182	He looked at you, then saw Curly past you, then looked at the gun on the floor and grabbed it after a momentary pause.
	# VultureHurt 183	The last thing you saw as you slammed the saloon door shut was Joseph sliding to the end of the bar, before Curly was upon you.
	# VultureHurt 184	You swivelled around in time to see Curly reach toward you as his hand closed around your throat, shoving you against the wall.
	# VultureHurt 185	A dull pain throbbed at the back of your head as it bounced off the wood, Curly gripping your neck and keeping you there.
	# VultureHurt 186	Your hand snapped to his arm and pulled, claws digging in and scratching the muscles of his arm straining against his skin, drawing blood.
	# VultureHurt 187	He had no patience for that and snatched his arm away, snarling, before snatching your wrist and holding your arm up, pinning it to the wall.
	# VultureHurt 188	Your back was flush with the wood, forced onto your tiptoes by his pulling on your arm, bringing you to his height.
	# VultureHurt 189	His grip was tight around your wrist, your hand starting to feel numb and prickly.
	# VultureHurt 19	Curly strode with cautious bravado, even as you neared the other end of town where Black's gang was holed up in.
	# VultureHurt 190	He came up close to you and brought his knife up, tracing the blunt side around your face before turning it around to threaten your cheek.
	# VultureHurt 191	The blade cold and hard through your fur, just below your eye, held still to your skin by Curly. He was so close now, face to face.
	# VultureHurt 192	You could smell the days of coffee on his breath and see your own tired, fearful face in the pinprick blackness of his eyes.
	# VultureHurt 193	Your mouth dry, your panting breath hurting in your throat.
	# VultureHurt 194, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"Always knew you'd turn traitor. I never fuckin' liked you. The way you looked at me sometimes... hate, I think I'd call it."
	# VultureHurt 195, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"Had me going for a moment back there, though! Thought you'd finally seen some sense, in your own screwy way."
	# VultureHurt 196, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"Too good to be true, hah. But what should I have expected. It's always been your game, blending in."
	# VultureHurt 197, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"You knew what you were doing. Never giving me an excuse, never giving me a chance, cuz you know what I do to traitors."
	# VultureHurt 198, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"How I like to make 'em squeal. You're stupid, but not stupid enough to let that be you."
	# VultureHurt 199, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"Till you blew it today, of course."
	# VultureHurt 2	Black pulled his gun too, but that wasn't what Curly was waiting for, not quite.
	# VultureHurt 20	No one was around to spot you, the air becoming laden with the smell of gunpowder from the fight in the street.
	# VultureHurt 200	You felt the knife twist so slightly in his hand, toying with it. Thinking of what to do with you.
	# VultureHurt 201, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"Shame that I don't have time to give you the proper traitor's punishment, but I have your feathered friend to finish off after you."
	# VultureHurt 202, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"Say yer prayers, kid."
	# VultureHurt 203	The beating of your heart pitched into the rhythm of a stampeding horse at the thought of dying, of the knife about to slice you open.
	# VultureHurt 204	The thought that Curly was about to kill you, but... what scared you even more was the thought of what he might do to Joseph.
	# VultureHurt 205	Time felt like it was at a standstill. Curly was going to make his move. You had to do something.
	# VultureHurt 206	You weren't going to let this happen, you couldn't, you came here to kill him. You weren't going to die.

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