"Die, monster!"
Italy quickly throws up her Inertial Armor, barely in time to deflect a crossbow bolt flying at her face; the quarrel snaps past barely inches from her forehead. "Don't shoot!" she screams. "Please, stop! I've done nothing to you!"
The large, stocky man quickly reloads his crossbow and raises it for another shot.
"I swear to you, I mean you no harm!"
"Derek, stop!" An equally large man with a wide, graying beard steps forward from behind the snowdrift the first man had been crouching behind. "She's not one of them, can't you see?"
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