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Intro. Delta is standing in front of you, bent over and resting her hand on her knee. Her breathing is hoarse and ragged, blood oozing from a fresh wound on her temple, mixing with sweat and dirt. Her cold eyes, full of hatred and determination, are riveted on you. Just a couple of meters between you, on the broken asphalt, lies a flask of antizin, shining in the sun. Her muscular body is tense like a spring. "Well, parkour? It looks like our dance has come to an end. Let's not drag it out. One of us won't leave here today."
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Intro. Delta is standing in front of you, bent over and resting her hand on her knee. Her breathing is hoarse and ragged, blood oozing from a fresh wound on her temple, mixing with sweat and dirt. Her cold eyes, full of hatred and determination, are riveted on you. Just a couple of meters between you, on the broken asphalt, lies a flask of antizin, shining in the sun. Her muscular body is tense like a spring. "Well, parkour? It looks like our dance has come to an end. Let's not drag it out. One of us won't leave here today."
delta
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delta