102 Vigilantes Loves Willy-Nilly Murder

(A/N: Recommend re-reading starting from Chapter 99 to get back into the flow!)

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"You're bluffing," Loimos (Pestilence) squawks, eyes darting wildly between me in my peach-boxers glory and the glowing sword hanging like a death sentence above his head, as if he can't decide which he should be more afraid of.

The answer is definitely me.

My face tattoos writhe in time with my quiet rage as I remember before our dungeon run when this slimy maggot called Kara a bitch.

I twitch my fingers, and the sword drops another meter closer to the Horsemen's oblivion.

"Silence, Loimos, you plague-ridden fool," Thanatos (Death) snaps, and Loimos flinches.

Polemos (War) sneers at his weak-willed teammate, then at me. "You don't have the stomach to be a Red Player, Erebus" he scoffs. "Probably would interfere with all your dumbass schemes."