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[RP] Eternal War
NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
Oh crap, Daylins back! He charged at us, looking a bit pissed and swung his sword twards my head! I quickly blocked with my sword, but the force was a bit too much and i got launched into one of the mase walls! I fell to the ground, hurting. I attempt to stand up, and barely do so, and I ready my sword.
The-Blades-slave:
Daylin
Daylin let his red eyes glow in the dark, his rage slowly taking over as he saw his brother injured. He drew the demonic blade up to is shoulder, his lips drawn back in a feral growl as he charged, swinging his sword at Vin break neck speeds!
Tylan
Tylan closed his eyes and his weapon vanished, then reappeared an instant later, looking as if it hadn't broken a second time. He let one end trail on the ground while the other was drawn back by his ear as he charged at Alala, one end of his blade whistling towards her arm as he growled
Lets see how you do in a real fight, not a cowardly one!
NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
My sword glowed. It worked the first time, it might work the second time! I blocked his slash while my sword was glowing, hoping to break his sword. but soemthing unexpected happened.
*CRACK*
The exact opposite was happening! My sword was breaking!
D-.... Dammit!
At the exact moment when it shattered i was launched into another wall, this time I was knocked uncontious, with one half of my sowrd spinning through the air and sinked into the ground next to where I landed.
The-Blades-slave:
Daylin
He laughed, his rage overtaking him as he whirled around towards Alala! He saw Tylan attacking her arm! He ran at her, his demonic blades tip scraping the sandy floors of the maze and throwing up small clouds of smoke before he swung his foot in a kick at the legs of Alala!
WhatThePumpkin:
Spectrome sighed. He has stayed back at the armory when everyone else had left. He promised that he would return to them when they completed whatever mission they had been told to. He didn't really see it as his own mission. "It was directed at the demi-gods and the demi-titan. Not me," He spoke softly to himself in Turkish, resting on the coils of his lower body. He didn't have to worry about the demi-titans patrolling the area. They though he was on their side, and didn't even bother to ask. They were peaceful, in a way. And, more hopeful.
He sighed once more, and lowered his head, waiting for some sort of call.
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