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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/9/2017 1:02:05 AM
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[b][i]He saw a man with a spear, a motorcycle helmet in fighting off several men. Some had been knocked out or stabbed by the spear, others electrocuted. It reminded Sawyer of one ham he used to know...[/i][/b]
[b][i]No[/i][/b]
[b][i]It couldn't be him...[/i][/b]
[b][i]Could it?[/i][/b]
[b][i]The man slammed the pommel of the spear into the last assailant, before spinning it and putting it on his back[/i][/b]
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Rahul, the Elemental Mage. Sawyer saw him move with grace and finesse, chewing through his opponents, like the old days. It must have been a mirage. Maybe the swill saturating his brain to greatly, maybe him finally going insane, his mind playing tricks on his eyes. He had to verify, so he walked to the fellow, probably a bad decision, considering the man had just murdered multiple people; but regardless, he hobbled over to the scene of the massacre.
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[b][i]The man he killed had mismatched gear, knives and axes with pipes and bats. Clearly bandits of some sort, the man looking at them as he did. He didn't remove the helmet yet, not hearing Sawyer behind him.[/i][/b]
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"Rahul? That you, you old fuсkin' sap?" Sawyer grumbled in confusion. He almost tripped over his shoe heel and nearly fell to the ground, so drunk he could barely stand.
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[i][b]The man turned, removing his helmet...[/b][/i] [b][i]It wasn't him.[/i][/b] [b][i]The man was Mexican, his hair pitch black and cut short. His eyes were purple, the same as Rahul's though, the two's body structure being similar as well. He spoke, helping Sawyer up.[/i][/b] "Rahul? No, I'm sorry, I don't know that man. My name is Leon."
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"Ah shit, man! You really got my hopes up there," he exclaimed, slurring heavily but still walking towards Leon. "Thought you were an old friend from work. The lightnin', fightin'. Looked just like 'em." Sawyer extended a hand, shaking slightly. "Aaron Sawyer. Paladin," he said, showing yellowed and old teeth in a twisted smile.
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"Your friend sounds like quite the character." [i][b]Leon said laughing a bit. He shook Sawyer's hand.[/b][/i] "A pleasure to meet you, and apologize for getting your hopes up. Then again, I can see how you'd think I might be him. Not many people throwing lighting around is there?"
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"No not really..." Sawyer trailed off. His eyes rolled up into his head and he fell like a ton of bricks, unable to stay upright any longer. A bit of vomit spewed from his mouth and he begs to snore noisily in seconds, crumpling into a fetal position. (End)
