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Dimo lost track of the boy in all the chaos. Blood filled his nose, dulling his senses, and he couldn't see any trace of him through all the bodies. He'd have thought all that blond hair hair and those fancy clothes would stick out like a sore thumb between the castle defendors' armor, and the Jaegers' uniforms, but nope. He was gone. Vanished into thin air.
Dimo didn't know if he cared because he felt oddly responsible for the young idiot, or if because he was worried about what Master Faustus would say. In the end, it didn't really matter, the brat had to be found, one way or another.
Dimo ripped off the face of the man in front of him, using him as a spring board to leap above the melee as he collapsed to his knees. From there, he pounced on another man's shoulders, twisting his neck until it snapped before he could recover from the sudden weight and plunge his sword into Dimo's belly.
Dimo didn't know if he cared because he felt oddly responsible for the young idiot, or if because he was worried about what Master Faustus would say. In the end, it didn't really matter, the brat had to be found, one way or another.
Dimo ripped off the face of the man in front of him, using him as a spring board to leap above the melee as he collapsed to his knees. From there, he pounced on another man's shoulders, twisting his neck until it snapped before he could recover from the sudden weight and plunge his sword into Dimo's belly.