originally posted in:The Roleplay League
"Maybe people will pass this story down. The one of me ending you"
*The Warlock grabs his sword and uses it to pin the titan to the ground. The titan is at a checkmate a sword to his neck, the fire from the sword was burning the titan*
"Weak fool. Tell me why I should spare you?"
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Jarah let out a shocked yelp as he fell back, glaring up at the warlock as the sword's radiating heat stung his skin, beginning to burn the flesh. "A true guardian would not kill his brothers and sisters when they have done nothing wrong against them." His fists clenched up, and he held a steady contact with the other's eyes, his orange pupils seeming to burn with anger. "And, I will show you who is truly the weak fool, in a fair battle-- Not this tomfoolery you dare call a fight. What is it you have against me? Is it merely because I'm weak, or is it something more, warlock?" He asked, glaring at the sword, then up at the warlock, staying still.
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"I never called this shit a fight. No one cares about you. No one cares if you go out in honor or not. I could kill you right now and nothing in this world will change. What if I am a true guardian and you're all false ones. You don't know shit about that from everything being hidden from you. -blam!-ing fool. I wouldn't feel bad for killing you and neither will your fate. I'm sure I'll kill you in a fair battle. I have better things to do then waste my time on killing fools like you"
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Edited by Grillby: 10/5/2015 8:53:02 PM"If you feel it is a waste of time to kill me, then why are you wasting your time now, with me?" The awoken asked simply, pushing himself up to stand up once more, though still showing no violence towards the other. "Put the sword down." He asked, placing his hands on his hips. "Besides, kill me here, and I will he revived."
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*The Swords flames caused even more burning due to the titan trying to get up* "By that I meant in a fair fight. People without common sense don't deserve to die with honor"
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Edited by Grillby: 10/6/2015 8:27:25 AMJarah growled in frustration, squirming a bit. "Let me go, warlock! Why are you even causing trouble right now?!" He huffed, ready to stick a fusion gernade on the other guardian. The guardian's ghost, Quince, watched from behind, unsure of what to do, pacing a bit, back and forth. They both exchanged a look, and the ghost quickly disappeared. "Get your sword off me, now." He insisted.