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... idn’t even have a shred of self-restraint.
His spiky hair was covered in metal rings, clinking and jangling with every movement as they hung from his hair, shoulders, and clothes. His back bulged with all the things he carried. Scowling fiercely at me, he immediately pulled out a bomb.
It was a small cylindrical bomb, about the size of a fingertip, with a short fuse attached. It looked small... but he was a lord of the Heat Nation. It wouldn’t be so easy to deal with him.
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