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Goodbye44

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Ahhhh I want more!!! :P Great story hope you finish it soon so I can finish reading it.1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000/10 O_o That's a big number.......


:Pi like pie :P

29-Apr-2007 17:29:40 - Last edited on 29-Apr-2007 17:30:46 by Goodbye44

NoodleBobert

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Ezril's eyes filled with hate as he glared at Aron, "I'm going to kill you..." he mumbled to himself.
Aron laughed, "Kill me? That's only a dream."
Ezril slowly got up and panted, blood leaking out from both of his arms. He lifted his head up and pointed his sword, "Let's go pretty boy," he said with a smirk.
Aron's laughter turned into rage as he swung his blade at Ezril. Ezril quickly jumped to the side narrowly avoiding it, ~D--n, this guy is quick,~ he thought parrying the blows.
Aron smiled as he pulled out another sword, both of the swinging at Ezril. Ezril quickly jumped to the side, "Flame!" he shouted sending a burst of fire at Aron. Aron grunted as he felt the flames scorch his side, falling to the ground clutching his wound. With weary eyes, Aron looked up at Ezril.
Aron panted as he drew his two scimitars, charging straight at Ezril. Ezril parried the blows only to be hit by Aron's foot. Ezril let out a cough of blood and wobbled to his feet, still dazed, "This guy is too strong..."
Ezril limped to get his two swords, however Aron stepped on his hand. Ezril let out a scream, Aron's feet were covered in spiky boots. Ezril looked at Aron with one eyes closed, he gave him that same glare.
Aron smiled, "After I"m done with you, I'll go on to kill the elf." This made Ezril jump to his feet, he wouldn't let a member of his group die. Ezril screamed and charged at Aron, only to be hit away by the handle of the sword.
Aron scoffed, "Foolish boy, you are boring me, so I'd like to end your life." There was a pause, and Aron finally stuck his to scimitars into Ezril's shoulders and sliced them across his chest.
Ezril fell to the ground with a scream, blood going everywhere. Aron wasn't joking, Ezril would die. A sudden shock came to his mind that never came to it before, he would die for good. Not able to feel the fresh air in your face, not able to laugh at a joke, not able to cry at misfortunes, stone dead.
To Be Continued...

30-Apr-2007 20:25:11

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