originally posted in:The New Dojo
"Delphi--" he called out, concerned. Then his hope was lost, "Delphi."
He crawled over to his Ghost.
He cradled the dead Ghost in his hands.
English
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[i]Despair. That was what fueled the man, at least to Luana.[/i] [i]She didn't let that stop her, though. The warrior would lift up the Raze-Lighter, heaving up the massive sword and studying it's heated blade. She would allow the Legion to study the sword, before she took it for her own purposes. And the armor that the Titan bore, too.[/i] [i]With a single stroke, Luana allowed the sword to slice off the Titan's legs, leaving scorched stumps where they were. She knew it was agonizing, yet she didn't care, beginning to take the Titan's leg armor in a large, strung bag.[/i]
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[spoiler]Well, I wanted the sword to go to Blake as a Legacy. And it has in another post, so do whatever.[/spoiler] James howled in pain. With regret, he stared at the sword that was once his. The fire had cauterized his legs. He knew this would be his final death. His blue eyes were filled with regretti. What was left of his knees were weak. His arms were heavy. He at least wanted to die while eating spaghetti. [spoiler]I don't regretti typing that last paragraph Spaghetti.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Blake VS Luana, Raze-Lighter showdown?[/spoiler] [i]Fuсk James' spaghetti.[/i] [i]She would then sever James' arms, "disarming" the man in a terrible, yet efficient, fashion. After taking the Titan's armor, Luana would let out something of a muffled, soft chuckle, before swinging one last time.[/i] [i]James' body would be split into two, his hunk of a body sliced in half, horizontally, the blade cleaving through his waist. His entrails would escape his body, the guts of the man cauterized from the blow. Luana would sit upon a rock and watch him die, from there.[/i]
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[spoiler]You know I would lose.[/spoiler] [spoiler]Also, that last paragraph was a poorly executed Eminem Joke[/spoiler] The Titan was perma-dead.