The Cost of Survival
Half-catwoman jolted awake to find herself sprawled in some strange digs.But thank the stars, there stood a familiar face by her side."Even if you got nine lives, you can't be squanderin' 'em like this," quipped Julna, the femme fatale assassin, turning her head to conceal the fresh tear streaks on her mug."Appreciate it," Half-catwoman nodded in gratitude, knowing full well she owed her hide to Julna once again. But she couldn't shake the nagging thought of why Julna had jumped in the fray once more. "What about the guild?""Either we hitch our wagon to the Black Rose or kneel before some Azermei dude, but that ain't my rodeo no more, 'cause I ain't the big cheese of the guild no more," Julna's words caught Half-catwoman off guard. "Is it 'cause of her?" Half-catwoman's voice was laced with self-blame."Don't gimme that puppy dog look," Julna continued, her tone more comforting than explanatory. "Someone's eyein' this slice of downtown pie, and we're the stumbling block in their path. Sooner or later, we're gettin' swept away. Best I could do was turn that stumbling block into a stepping stone, so we don't end up in the gutter." "You offed the Black Rose's boy, so you can't be a stepping stone. Hangin' around would just mean punchin' your ticket to the grave. As for me," the female assassin c
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