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| James L | Aug 16 2009, 10:18 PM Post #1 |
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Robert stood tall as sand whipped against him, he was out of regular uniform into his regular trademark cloths. Not a grain of sand stuck to his boots as he walked slowly forwards eyeing up another soldier this war is the reason they took my life the reason i am not like them "who are you and what are you doing here civilain" he said coldly blaming the stupid world for the way he was brought up. He engulfed his hands in fire balls both as large as water melons. Roberts eyes as usual held anger in them ready to leave the human if they where going to be a wast of his resourses. [enter: subject 3773] Edited by James L, Aug 16 2009, 10:22 PM.
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| Deadlake | Aug 16 2009, 10:34 PM Post #2 |
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[enter: skyn] Skyn just looked at the fire balls in Roberts hands with a very unimpressed look ''what...I'm just enjoying the view lovely isn't it'' as he smirked ''are you trying to scar me..or just playing the human lighter?'' he asked laughing at the end of his own joke keeping a hand in his pocket as he made a lots of daggers idiot is all he was thinking. |
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| James L | Aug 16 2009, 10:41 PM Post #3 |
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Robert spoke in a cold tone "you are a wast of resources and most likely trouble have fun with the hinth though" his tone dropped several chilling degrees on those last few words idiots wandering out here than acting like they can save themselves pfft I'm not wasting my time the fire still burned a bright orange colour making the sands seem almost dull in comparison. When he was a good twelve paces away he double checked for any sign of hinth before leaving the young fool to their deathbed its a nice hat i shall come back and collect it once the sack of skin its attached to is gone . His eyes reflected the sun as he trugged along leaving bootprints in the ground, yet the sand still refused to stick to his coal black boots.
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| Deadlake | Aug 16 2009, 10:51 PM Post #4 |
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Skyn just raised an eyebrow and quickly took the daggers out his pocket and throws 5 them at the back of Roberts head ''wast of resources am I...you price of trash human'' growling at Robert ''your unlucky to come across me'' |
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| James L | Aug 16 2009, 11:00 PM Post #5 |
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Robert couldnt help it as a wide grin apeard across his face and he burst out laughing easily side stepping all the knifes before becoming cold once again. Roberts atitude made even the desert seem a cold place to be when pitted next to him. The fire that burned so hot in his hands was contrary to the warmth of his actions. He compleatly disapeared from site and then reapeared again behing the fool releasing chains of fire that entwined around their body ready to melt at the felsh. He was infront of him in a flash punching with enough force to make standing infront of stampeeding rhynos seem apealing. |
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| Deadlake | Aug 16 2009, 11:24 PM Post #6 |
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Skyn barely moved his shoudler down and the fist going past his head, laughing and rolling out the way ''how original'' he said getting some more daggers in between his fingers and throwing them at Robert, his face had blisters from the heat ''no one dose that to me'' as he keeps throwing daggers. |
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| James L | Aug 16 2009, 11:39 PM Post #7 |
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Robert spoke in a cold voice "you are an enemy of me you will die, everyone who is an enemy of me must die, if you surender now your death will be swift and painless if not you will burn in agony and torment" he thinks he can make me suffer he hasnt even got a basic grasp on the word . He engulfed himself in fire burning forming the shape of a pheonix, high, might, powerfull, unwaivering, undieing, unyelding all the traits he needed to be strong. He leapt into the sky a thin sliver of smoke trailed off behind him from the pheonix tail, once he was a good 50 foot in the hair he let out a cone of fire engulfing the entire land leaving no tiny holes for his enemy to get away in THEY WILL PAY FOR MY SUFFEREING as he fell he saw the ground was molten glass so he projected himself to the sand with a blast of fire. He removed his pheonix form and looked for his enemy sweat dripped from his forehead and he breated deeply. |
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| Deadlake | Aug 16 2009, 11:50 PM Post #8 |
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Skyn bodies was burned body landded on the ground daggers still in his hand what was left of the burned face still smiling wildly looking like he was laughing at Robert |
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| James L | Aug 16 2009, 11:56 PM Post #9 |
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what a sick son of a bitch he thought before dropping to the floor on his knees then laying down to rest no longer capable of holding his consiusness. The sun rolled past and day blended into night when he woke it was dark and the stars shone down upon him. he looked down at the glass to see a charred body with some cloths still there. He struck the glass with gigantic force ripping open to where the body was. He took the ruined hat with him the sick son of a bitch had some sence of style . [exit: subject 3773] Edited by James L, Aug 18 2009, 05:45 PM.
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| kaien shiba | Aug 17 2009, 12:32 AM Post #10 |
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James, Gain one piece of equitment, PM me it, and I'll do the rest..... |
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