Being pistol whipped was something new... and it hurt. Dolemeck fell down to his knees, spitting up blood on his shirt. The first time he decided to actually wear white, and now he ruined his nice new dress shirt. His long black hair covered his face as he looked about, watching the thugs rob the store he was working in.
"Those do not belong to you, put them back this minute!" He barked at the robbers, though his words fell on deaf ears. The store was becoming a total mess, and it was going to be troublesome to clean. "Leave that stuff alone!"
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