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what the fuсk are you on about you fаp-rag

[spoiler]Jesus Christ don't be so hostile[/spoiler]

I have EVERY reason to be hostile, you pathetic little shit.

[i]As the life was drained from Adela's pierced body, a quiet gag of agony escaped her lips, before her frame was thrown to the ground, crimson blood gushing from her wound as the scarlet liquid covered the ground. Adela stopped moving entirely, as her life ended then and there..[/i]

[i]Following that, Astraeus moved closer, walking to the side of the fallen woman. She tilted her head to the right, her scowl fading as she raised her right foot. Then, she brought it back down. Fast and hard. With a sickening crack and a screech of metal, the Dancer's head - and with it, her helmet - were crushed, blood and bone shards covering Astra's boot.[/i]

[i]Blood gushed from what remained of Adela's neck, a literal geyser of the liquid covering Astra's already gory foot, as brain matter squeezed out from underneath her boot, accompanied by remnants of metal and more gore. The body itself quivered from the impact, although that was all that happened. [/i] [i]Well. Then someone else showed up.[/i] [i]A slight trudging was heard somewhere in front of Astra's position, at least fifteen feet away, as a woman appeared within her line of sight. She was shorter of course, about six feet and three inches tall in total, her body being lean yet muscular and wrapped in a dark grey longcoat, boots and gloves laced over her feet and hands and covered in ice and snow. She hauled around a bag from the looks of it, while she silently stared upon the halfbreed angel and her kill in some mixture of confusion and awe. [/i] [i]The woman's face was aged and pale, about thirty years, probably. Her light blue eyes studied what remained of Adela's head, a grimace crossing her face as she whistled a little.[/i] "...I think I came around at a bad time..."

[i]Oh well, suppose I can do a bit of further describing for Astra. Her pristine, spotless skin was a pale white, contrasting heavily yet beautifully with her hair, as it was as black as the hour before dawn, when both the sun, and the moon, aren't quite in the sky. She, unlike Irina, looked young too, maybe in the middle of her twenties, yet.. something said that she wasn't quite that. That she was way older. She was brimming with power. Power that fermented over centuries, over millennia, over aeons. She lightly smirked as she flipped her sword over in her hands, and then drove the tip into the ice and the stone below her feet with a hard crack as the ground broke open, followed by a grinding noise as a feet and a half or so of the bloodied blade disappeared into the cracked floor -- enough for the angel to wrap her right arm around the grip, leaning on the guard as she took a slack position. Slowly, Astra tilted her head to the right as her blood red eyes darted up and down Irina's body, looking her over a few times before resting on her eyes. Hmmm.. she wasn't quite used to just talking, but it couldn't be that hard, eh?[/i] "I dealt with a sinner," [i]She merely spoke, her voice soft and crystal clear. It was crisp, too, like a beautiful, endlessly blue ocean.. and yet, light like a mild breeze. All in all, it was a wonderful sound to listen to.[/i]

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Hmm?