You lunge forward in your restraints, the tip of your muzzle jamming itself against the soldier's hand. He recoils, and for a moment you think he's about to shoot you point-blank in the head. One of the other soldiers jumps up with the swiftness of a whip-crack and pulls the offending man down into his seat, exchanging angry-sounding whispered words. You catch something about not killing unless absolutely necessary. If you could have laughed you would have. What petty, cowardly men.
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