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The Final Hour RP
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Ayran quickly decided to rush forward, and immediatly blocking the axe that was about to swing down.
"Ohoho... You shouldn't've done that. I HATE black magic."
In a blink of an eye, he was in the air in front of Chikari, his axe aimed at his head.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Ayran cursed, he rushed forawrd, and at the same time throwing one of his scrimtars up like a boomarang, this time, he was barely just in time to save Chikari's head
"Stop... this isnt you. Your too hungry for blood. We need the jerk back that cold-shouldered everyone. But... you never where set on killing someone. Please come back to us. Or i may just have to kill you. Also Aryan, get Lucinda out of here"
His laughter was harsh and sharp, as he slipped on a pair of brass knuckles. He casually batted the arrow away, encasing his hand in ice.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Now hes thinking about whether to join Kendo in fighting the other guy..