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Thread: Ryka " Lightning Bringer " Crow VS Miles " The Hellhound " Wesler

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    Miles ducked under the globe, rushing the angelic being. Ferocity got me into this, it's sure as hell has to get me out ,Miles took a strong upward swing at holy being. " FUCKING LOSE ALREADY! " He yelled, losing his temper.
    " It is the beasts in this world who should be afraid! "

    -Ing The Viking.

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    The beast’s blade cut deeply into the Fury’s leg. It wasn’t a serious wound, but it hurt like hell. Blood trickled from her cut leg, the red streaks dancing on her white armor.

    Come on, She thought. the globe now glowed a blazing white, and she knew what to do.

    “Take this!” She thrusted the globe forwards, and the light and fire exploded outwards, this time burning them both.

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    Miles laid on the ground in immense pain. Everything hurt, and he was pretty sure some of his bones were broken. He stood up, and he limped towards the fury, using his sword as a crutch. He growled as he got closer.
    " It is the beasts in this world who should be afraid! "

    -Ing The Viking.

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    Ryka hurt. She hurt all over. She didn’t have enough strength to shield herself from the blast, and in turn was wounded herself. The Fury was barely functional, the armor hanging on by a thread. Really, it was the only thing keeping her standing. Underneath the Fury’s armor, blood dripped from numerous cuts in her skin. She looked over to the beast, which was now limping and using its sword as a cane. She wasn’t in much better shape. It was hard to breathe, every inhalation a stabbing pain in her chest. She wanted to check if her ribs were broken, but she didn’t dare remove her chestplate. She raised her staff once again, and began to move forwards.

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    Miles was now a meter away from ryka. He raised his sword high above his head... and collapsed. The strain, the blood loss, the broken bones. It was all too much. He laid unconscious on the church floor.
    " It is the beasts in this world who should be afraid! "

    -Ing The Viking.

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    Ryka was relieved, and also hurt all over. They say that you only feel discomfort after a battle. Well right now, she felt discomfort alright. It was even harder to breathe now, her leg was still dripping blood, numerous cuts and wounds dotted her body, including the nasty one when the beast knocked her right in the head. The Fury’s armor fell apart from her body and clanged on the ground, evaporating into brilliant white light. She had to figure out what to do with the beast, now that her head was clear.

    It seems dishonorable to kill him. Sure, he hurt me a bunch, but I won’t kill him, especially in the Lord’s house.

    She looked at the cross at the end of the church, and she nodded. She started to drag his unconscious body through the church door, which took a while. She was afraid that he would wake up any moment and attack her. She continued to drag the body into the nearby woods, and left it in the clearing, where it would wake up in an hour or two. She trudged back, away from the church now.

    Bloody hell, I need a pint.

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