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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Old Man Kent:
12/16/2016 2:54:38 AM
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Rhys jerks his back in pain, kneeling down on the ground, pulling the sword from his back tossing it to the side.
"That hurt... a lot."
Rhys stands, but can barely move forward. Gathering up enough strength, he manages to swing his warhammer a few more times onto Vernon's head and stomach. Until finally collapsing onto the ground.
English
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Vernon holds his arms in front of his head in order to block the blows, fracturing his forearms in the process of taking heavy hits in such a rapid succession. His stomach however, received no such protection. Once Rhys gave out from exhaustion, Vernon struggled to his knees and puked. "I need to stop eating before these." Vernon then calls Despair back to his hand, and Rage brightens. Vernon then drives Despair into the right shoulder blade of Rhys, almost drunkenly after being disoriented so badly. He then kicks Rhys in the face, hoping to flip him over and cause him to land on the sword.
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As Vernon kicks Rhys in the face, his helmet is knocked off, revealing a dark face with bright orange eyes. He falls back on the sword, puncturing his back once more. Somehow Rhys gathers enough strength to stand, staring at Vernon with Despair sticking out of his back. His face is a dark tone, a very dark tone. He's African American. His eyes shine brightly, piercing into Vernon's eyes. He falls to his knees, then whispers... "Kent... is my son..." Rhys collapses onto the floor, blood slowly forming a puddle around his body.
