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originally posted in:The New Dojo
3/4/2017 6:13:12 AM
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(Okay, time for a serious reply)
Nyxon, the half argonian-half dragon peeked over the wall, eyeing Garin closely.
"You look firmiliar...what do you want?"
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A chain shot out from Garin's hand and ripped through Nyxon's chest. "Who are you?"
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(Oh you sick [redacted] Urg, can you specify where in his chest?)
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His lung
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Wonderful, anywho. --- Nyxon practically roared out in pain, his hand immediately on the chain as he gnashed his teeth. Expecting an answer after a bull crap move like that would be stupid.
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He shot out another chain, this one ripping through his stomach. "You will suffer..." His lips curled into a smile. "And you will die."
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Another shout followed by a cry of pain. Nyxon had fallen to his knees, his stomach punctured as well as his lung.
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Daesmiir tore the chains out of his body then brought them back around to cut off his head. "It is done."
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Welp, now Nyxon, father of two, fiance to Beta, Alpha's sister, is now dead at the Dojo gates simply for answering the door. His dead body lied on the ground, two holes in his jacket, blood pouring from them along with the stump of his neck, his head nearby, also bleeding everywhere on the ground.
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Wonderful. More enemies. And [i]hatred.[/i] [i]Sweet, sweet hatred.[/i]
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[b]END[/b]
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familiar**
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Danke
