Exsilium. England. [ Satero has to repeat the words to see if he recognizes them. And no, he doesn't. Not at all. Not even a little.
Without warning, he swings his arm out, bringing the side of his fist in an arc that ends right at Mod's vespa. He does not hold back in strength at all -- almost like he intends to knock the entire vehicle over. But he hardly even spares Mod a glance. ]
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Without warning, he swings his arm out, bringing the side of his fist in an arc that ends right at Mod's vespa. He does not hold back in strength at all -- almost like he intends to knock the entire vehicle over. But he hardly even spares Mod a glance. ]