5. Extreme Prejudice
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"Are you all right?" Ta'aj offered a healing potion to Kharjo and bit the seal off a bottle for herself. The warrior nodded with a declining gesture.
"Khajiit is fine."
"Yes, Khajiit certainly is," Ta'aj leered automatically. She drained her bottle and flung it at the carcass with a scowl. "Did you see the teeth on that thing?"
"They were difficult to ignore."
"Twin Moons, why do they always come after me? Is there a sign on my back?"
Kharjo grinned. "I see only the glowing arrow above your head saying, 'This way to Dragonborn.'"
"Ha very ha. All for a few stinking scales. . ." She lashed her tail irritably.
"Still," Kharjo surveyed the swath of devastated terrain, "Perhaps our response was a little excessive."
"You're joking, right?"
He indicated the still-smoking remains. "For a fish?"
"A slaughterfish! A slaughterfish that followed us across the length of the river and out of the water and crawled up the damned bank and kept attacking on dry land!"
"Hm, you have a point."
"What's wrong with this country? As if the fucking mudcrabs weren't bad enough-"
"Speaking of . . ."
"Aargh! Ow! Get off! Gettitoff! Fus Ro DAH! Lighting Strike! Fireball!"
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