Mythica: The Iron Crown Page #2
- Year:
- 2016
- 93 min
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- Worth a try.
- Thanks very much.
- This isn't going well.
- Do you have any ideas?
- Hold them off!
- We're leaving.
- Go Marek, go!
- What were those things?
- I'd rather not know.
- And that's the other half.
You know, I like this team.
They're full of surprises.
- The wind is against us, Admiral.
- Patience, the wind is ever changing.
- Well, aside from nightmarish demons,
from an entirely different dimension,
I'd say that went rather well.
I do believe I'm the winner.
Marek, you owe me a kiss.
Thane, 40 silver will do just fine.
- You didn't kill seven.
I killed six, you killed
three, maybe four.
- You're serious?
Three on the side, three
on the back, that's six.
One off the roof makes seven.
40 silver please
- He wasn't dead.
- His head hit the road full in the face.
- I saw him get up.
- Then he was twitching from death throes.
Marek, you owe me that
kiss, Thane, 40 silver.
- Thane's always been a man of his word.
- Are you calling me a liar?
- No, of course not.
But you are a very good thief.
Not what you would call an honest trade.
- Be that as it may, I will
pretend I didn't hear that.
- Marek, where are we going?
- Gojun said to take the Darkspore,
someplace where the
gods can watch over it.
- Uh-huh, so where are we going?
- Well he couldn't say, because
Szorlok was right there listening.
- Oh, hello.
I am so very sorry.
Our deepest apologies.
We've been very preoccupied.
- Bastard!
Some rescue!
how ill-treated I've been.
Don't just sit there!
Untie me, you half-breed.
Disgusting, pointed devil ears.
You, peasant wench, go
get me something to drink
before my mouth turns to dust.
- Pardon me?
- Oh, fyke, get out of my
way, I'll do it myself.
What does that depraved ogres have
for a lady to drink around here?
- I think, that maybe we
got off on the wrong foot.
Let's start over, I'm Dagen, and you must.
- Don't you dare touch me,
you are lower than a dog.
- Ha, that black crystal
really gave it a nasty kick.
- Black crystal, Dagen!
- You impudent peasant!
I will see to it that you.
- I didn't swallow, I didn't swallow,
I didn't swallow, I didn't swallow!
- What's happened to her?
- She's brain-dead, like the others.
- Yes, well in her case,
it's quite an improvement, isn't it?
Uh, Marek, Marek, it's,
she's looking at me.
Marek?
No, no
- It's the Darkspore, she's drawn to it.
She likes you.
- Of course, I mean females of all races,
and states of mind, are drawn to.
I mean she's not immune to all of this.
- It's adorable.
- What's taking so long?
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