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Fate is sharp. It severs all ties and breaks what doesn't bend.
Arcane's eyes whipped as fast as the wind to glare menacingly at the person who had come from the forest. Apparently the death of one sister would attract people.
But he didn't care. He had to kill the six that were there.
If he didn't, everything would turn bad. If it could get any worse than it already was.
Arcane was losing--his attacks were being blocked and parried faster than before, and his energy was decreasing. But his drive seemed to become stronger, harder. Determined to kill the enemies that stand against him.
Blood stained the grass, and a small sound of metal scratching on metal and skin seemed the loudest thing Arcane had heard as he felt great warmth drip down his arm and leg ever so slowly. His eyes burned with anger, and his sword carried energy that he, himself, had not produced. His blade flew through the air, and cleaved off the limb of Greed, tainting her dress the same crimson that was around.