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[RP] Throne of time¦ Time of day: afternoon¦ Weather: sunny
The-Blades-slave:
what do you mean let him go?
Warren was genuinely confused.
Desbear:
efialtes got up and went back to the corner with fluffy....Y-you did...
Efialtes couldn't help but stare at warren..
WhatThePumpkin:
" He was just trying to stop us. What, you don't remember? Or is your head THAT thick?"
He grunted. His arms were almost fully healed now. That was good. He could pick up his weapon again.
"And for once, I feel bad for that dog. I'll spare it a beating in the future."
The-Blades-slave:
I couldnt of done this to you, I rememer roudning the corner then it blac-...
Warren slowly realized what happened
F*ck
He was always the one to save his friends no matter what the cost to hear this it tore him apart.
I'm sorr...For not cutting you more painfully.
Warren eye were glowing red and his sword appeared in his hand , Slowly approached Nemesis then dug his blade deep into Nemesis arm again. With the blade still inside his arm Warren speeded up his healing process so it would heal around the blade slowly and painfully.
Desbear:
*sigh*
Efialtes walked over to the weapon master.A-are they d-done yet? I think I might need them..like now.
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