Lothar

OOC Note: Somewhat grim.

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"No, you don't understand, mutant." Lothar's face had closed up, and his voice came out tight and hard. "You an' those things we butchered up there looked to destroy good works, kill more innocents. I get the impression you lot helped distract us -us humans- during the War. I lost friends in that war. Family. Almost lost m'self."

He advanced on the snivelling Rudolf, sword in hand.

"You are going to tell me everything, little man. Or I'll start slicing off the parts of you which annoy me. Starting with your toes, an' workin' up."