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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2018 9:31 am
Faustite huffed to the jabs, and he no longer glanced over shoulder to check the tournament round's status. This is ridiculous. Your superstition is ridiculous. You have to know it's ridiculous. You're doing this to get to me.
He heard more taunts, more poor choices in tactics. Chrysocolla's voice turned to her passive-aggressive smugness, as it often did when she perceived the upper hand. The loudmouth in the crowd who shouted about the eyes clinched his suspicions; he didn't have to look to see that Pyrophanite lost.
And Schörl confirmed it herself. "I don't need to look to see he failed." And now they're going to youmafy us because you couldn't match up to a windbag eternal. I'll be sure to thank you before turning into a monster.
Faustite excused himself without looking to the ring, only too eager to leave the disappointing scene.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2018 11:43 am
Pyro was totally on the verge of blacking out when he heard Hauyne...and...Harmotome?
"Oh s**t, I failed TWO people." he pushed Chrys off as the fight was called, Auro taking the other corrupt and he felt himself being lifted by the two women.
"Just drop me off in the trash." He looked at where he assumed the Machine's face was. "I belong there."
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2018 1:02 pm
There were medical aid stations set up around the fighting ring, along with bottles of water and snacks to keep up stamina and nutrition. Aurostibite stepped over, waving a red flag.
"Round one, complete," he said, and gave the goings-on a squinty-eyed look before saying, tone dry, "Congratulations, Eternal Chrysocholla. General Pyrophanite, ah...well done, as well."
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