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[RP] Throne of time¦ Time of day: afternoon¦ Weather: sunny
WhatThePumpkin:
Nemesis gasped again. Both arms, immobilized. The weapon dropped from his hands, the metal pear at the top, ringing as it hit the ground. He tilted his head up again, refraining from speaking, He had to fight back any reaction to the pain. Although, blood came in streams down both arms. He focused on breathing, In...Out...In...Out...
His blood, like crimson ink, stained his shirt, his shorts, everything. At least his feet were safe. For some reason, those, and his weapon, were his pride.
He inhaled sharply, eyes closing. He started to mumble under his breath. " ...After all, that ground your standing on, it's nothing but vapour...Thin air. A cloud. There is no more ground...It's above you... " He concentrated on his words. He was almost out of energy, but he could stull try and cause a quick axis flip. just a single distraction, hardly worth the effort.
The-Blades-slave:
Warren looked at him
nice magic trick
Then he stopped the flow of Nemesis blood using his powers and he speeded up Nemesis healing process.
I'm going to enjoy destroying you i'm going to heal you and then destroy you again.
Desbear:
efialtes was being choked, by one of his best friends at that.....thats cheating...
The-Blades-slave:
Its not cheating when i'm beating up your scrawny *ss, now I should kill Fluffy
Warren quickly dropped Efialtes to the ground, and then something in his mind changed. He didnt remember anythinghe released his hold on everyone, he saw Nemesis on the ground with healed scars o both of his arms Efialtes on the ground looking a strange mix of scared and mad and Fluffy whimpering he said aloud
What just happened to you guys and who did this to you efialtes cause im gonna kill who ever did.
WhatThePumpkin:
Nemesis spasmed. Without bloodflow, he couldn't move his muscles, They all twitched on impulse. And, as Warren healed him, he was tempted o call for mercy. But, that's not the kind of man I am. I kill. I'm not THE KILLED.
He could feel his body healing. Now, being beaten again wasn't going to be fun.
" Hey, it's not nice to kill when they're down. In my case, I'm not. However, the Brat wasn't in this. Let 'em go," He managed to rasp, after regaining some control of his blood flow and body.
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