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It was a beautiful leather cover, slid over a perfect blade, the best weapon he'd ever owned, only now it would never have its companion knife again. Brash decisions meant that he'd had to dispose of the knife. No one understood how important it had been to him, of the accumulate memories and echoes tied to possessions. It was all he had left of the steel line between himself and death.

The world had crumbled, they'd lost everything. They were scrabbling for the last vestiges of what they had. The truth was that it all hinged on this.

The grail. Its strange guardian fallen by the wayside, sparkling mementos of victory scattered on the ground.

A new weapon! Maybe he could finally make a difference, change things and finally be free of the oppressive fog that surrounded all things.
Remember your promise. He'd promised to give up everything, and here he was.

He'd defeat the goddesses and become greater than any of them.

He ran from the pursuer because he was strong. He turned and faced them down because he was stronger.

The enormous sand centipede cried its anguish to the sky and fell to the earth.

The strike hit and he'd have been dead if it wasn't for Tracey absorbing it.

The entire field was filled with shadowlings. He wasn't afraid. It was a buzz.

"You'll always be my son."

Surely a couple of grand was nothing to ask for a wedding?

Every time they remembered something the goddesses made them forget all over again.

When you climbed high enough, there was sunlight up there above the fog line. It was freedom.

The crystals spread and spread, encasing everything in their power.


He could just not sleep. Not sleep for entire weeks at a time.

Was that Japanese he was singing in?

Julie's shield held off the assault with immense capabilities, set as she was alongside Allan in the moment.

Nothing mattered anymore. There was nothing to live for, he was set to give up.

The lava consumed him as his golem made one ******** mis-step and sizzled to a crisp.

She fell. Defeated to the training field. He'd never been more satisfied in his life.

He'd beaten her this time. But he'd never really win. Not really.

Unshielded, the old woman died in a scatter of gore.

He was forged in the fires of hatred, pure and simple.

"Ironshare" he said.

He went with them then. And never looked back.

Up and up and up he went until he felt like he might never come back down.

And after the phoenix was gone, all that was left was the sun and the sky.

He fell like a nightmare. Her arm lay on the ground.

The feathers were made of steel.

He ran and ran until they could hurt him no longer.

He was not afraid.

He played long into the night.

It was the best meal he'd ever eaten.

The skies never cleared here.

Fighting was what he did.

He wanted all of them to bleed.

He'd been his best friend.

"I wasn't lying to you, it wasn't her."

He'd never seen weapons like it.

"I want weapons like you too."

She let them all in but never let them close.

He was cold, so cold it ran to his very bones.

The zodiac creatures were their protectors.

They'd never listen to him.

Jerry and Rin looked disappointed.

He tried and tried and never got anywhere.

The cuff limited everything he did.

Sometimes all you needed was a pick me up.

He thought angels weren't real.

Every day was a fight.

Oh ******** how he hated snakes.

All it took was a kind word.

8 major = 10 points each = 80
46 minor = 2 points each = 92

Total points = 172