originally posted in:The New Dojo
Trust me, I know.
*He forms an iron ball in front of him, blocking the bullets, but it keeps growing, beginning to crush the people inside. Mortar is nowhere to be seen.*
But EVERYONE has a weakness
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*The ship explodes, as the burning smell of corpses returns to the air...with a strange hint of cherry blossom.*
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*Mortar reforms a few meters from the farthest bits of shrapnel* You're welcome, I relieved you of your worthless lives