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"Thanks, Jackdaw." Scythe said as he got to his feet. He held the remains of his cloak in his hands, slowly boiling over in a fit of rage. He walked over to where a Thrall was barely alive, and proceeded to beat it to death with the butt of his Wire Rifle. After a few minutes, his Ghost  transmatted an old Makeshift Scarf onto his neck. < Better? >

"Much. Now let's go kill more Hive."