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originally posted in: THE DOJO
8/22/2017 12:38:40 AM
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[b][i]He wrapped an arm around her as well, smiling form a fraction of a second as she did.[/i][/b] "I-I just... just can't forget it, forget seeing that day..." [b][i]It was as if he was just stuck in the loop. The memory he described seemed to flash through your head. Or rather, begin to play out right in front of you as you were plunged into the scene, any others around would have seen it to, Leon not being around as you'd stood in sand. A bike slowly wheeled past you, before the rider slowly slumped off, the man Leon had classified as Tyr. He was a larger man, build tall and strong. His eyes littered with stab wounds and crossbow bolts as he fell to the ground, dying.[/i][/b] [b][i]As second bike dashed past, the rider not someone you recognized. His armour was an Ivory white, the helmet some sort of crazed skull look. The arm armour and chest were white was well, the ribs and spine covered by armour that looked the same as those bones. His bike was a white steed, a cow plow in the front and two large exhaust pipes on the back on each side. The rider jumped off his bike, throwing off his helmet revealing Leon's face, dashing over to his almost dead friend [/i][/b] L: "No no no. Cmon Tyr, you're gonna be ok." [b][i]A clear lie for anyone to see, though it was a natural reaction to him. He was kneeling over the dying man. The dying man only laughed a bit, laying on his back, coughing up blood.[/i][/b] T: "No, this is where I die friend-" [b][i]He was surprisingly calm, for a man who was inches from death. Leon interrupted him.[/i][/b] L: "You don't get to die here, I can't lose all of you today." [b][i]He was in tears, his own place white armour covered with stains of red and black of blood and soot. Tyr's body was a mess, he must have been in great pain.[/i][/b] T: "I'll see you in Valhalla, Leon." [b][i]Was the last words Tyr ever said to Leon, as the man died. He had been holding Leon's hand as a friend wood, thumbs crossed and palms touching, as Leon pressed his own hand with the dead man's to his head, breaking down there and then, in the desert battlefield.[/i][/b] [b][i]Things seemed to snap back into focus, into reality, Leon sitting there still, breaking down, as if no time had passed[/i][/b][/i][/b]
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