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Ammaranth did not seem very concerned at being picked up or roughly handled. The whole time he just laughed, a strange, inhuman laugh.
"Mwa-ha ha ha, this is fun."
He watched the shower of doves go up, and in no mood to be outdone, sent a telepathic message to his wolves, who immediately sent up a chorus of howls.
"Ah, such music," he said, drawing his weapons and stalking out to the center of the roof, where there would be more room. He settled into a middle stance, the sabre hovering in the air out before him, the dagger drawn slightly back, ready to help its bigger brother.
"But -- watermellons?", he said with a smirk, "Perhaps you'd be better suited to Mutsumi. Leave Motoko to me!"
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