David Martin
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The White Mist Warriors each drew out three swords. To Howard's surprise, each sword that they drew floated in the air without them having to hold it. 'Telekinesis. They are using the Ki close to their bodies to act like extra small hands? I wonder how far their range is?' Howard took a deep breath and stepped off his back foot. Instantly, he activated his Dream Ki. The normal white lights appeared on his torso and face before he disappeared into a cloud of dust. Barmenthol hadn't been paying attention,…
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Howard had only five minutes with Earl, but each minute he learned a precious lesson. Stepping off his back foot, Howard activated his Dream Ki and instantly dodged an attack from the incomming fist of the armor before he spun once in the air and kicked with all his might. In just a moment, his body had already completely condensed a thick layer of Dark Ki. With a smash, he slammed into the armor's fist before the flame on his body disappeared. The next moment, he seemed to split in six directions…
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Howard took out his small tattered duffle bag and pulled out the Ki Jar he'd gotten from Earl months ago. He took a deep breath and opened up the Ki Jar and watched the bedroom turn into the gallery he'd witnessed months ago back in the West Branch. However, this time, when he opened the jar, the room seemed much bigger. He could see 10 glass cases and 8 statues standing on a staircase a few feet away. He took a deep breath, and walked over to the statues while minding the furniture in the room. Last…
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Monica waited in her room waiting by the present Howard had wrapped in a green bow. She had on a black dress with torn fishnet stockings, and black mascara. All night, she had waited for Howard to come to her room, but he never came. She felt terrified. If he died, she'd have no one to turn to in the middle of the darkest nights, to hold with all her love, or to caress when her feelings swarmed her heart. She wanted him to be alive, so bad that her frigid Ki leaked out of her body and spread into the…
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East Branch, the next morning Reslan stood in front of the Main Building's Green Gate for Howard and Priscilla to return from their nighttime raid. He hadn't been so nervous in a long time, and couldn't stop his sweat from contaminating his braided brown beard. Monica had woken him up in the middle of the night, and spent over an hour interrogating Reslan about Howard's whereabouts. He was supposed to be back by nightfall, and was supposed to give her a special seventeenth birthday present. Thus, she…
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"He's not worth killing!" Howard lamented and grabbed Priscilla's wrist and tried to pull her back. "There is someone terrifying around here! I can sense it!" "I don't care," Priscilla put her ice spear against Jerold's neck, and turned to look at Howard. "Wait, what do you mean sense it? Did you already master Ki Sensitivity?" Priscilla had been trying to master Ki Sensitivity for months, but the skill seemed like an impossible hurdle to jump over that endlessly blocked her path. It was something that…
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Howard stepped on the green grass with light footsteps and rushed over to Priscilla's side. Ever since he got close to the A rank, his intuition had grown stronger to Ki Fluctuations in the air. Someone very powerful had begun to leave the tent encampment and seemed to be heading towards Priscilla's location. He dashed along the side of the mountain top, and jumped across a canyon before he landed a few feet from Priscilla's location. He looked down and saw Jerold struggling to walk up a hill covered…
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A well armored Jarkales soldier gallantly paced over to a set of black burned trees and took a deep breath in anticipation of the large upcoming battle. He had on a white cape with a pair of black glasses tucked underneath his brown hair. The soldier felt unbelievably relieved that tomorrow was the day his nation would clash with the Horned stronghold. He'd always had a strange craving for bloodshed on the night before a day of carnage, and he felt an intense craving for the hunt and the thrill it…
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"So, you are telling me that neither of us won, but I also lost," Howard crossed his arms and sat down on a bench next to the makeshift battlegrounds. "How does that make any sense?" Howard had been certain if he activated his full strength Priscilla would've lost. He still hadn't tried the one offensive technique he got from Argatha, which greatly increased his strength for a limited amount of time. The skill, Blood Dance of the Fire Lord, could greatly increase his power for a limited amount of time.…
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"Priscilla Bright… Is that her?" Howard recalled hearing about the civilians she'd murdered on the news. She had killed over a hundred bounty hunters and a few of their family members that tried to apprehend her according to reports. "How-how much of what I heard about her on the news was true?" "Everything is true, besides for the part about them being innocent cops." Priscilla turned around and revealed her insanely beautiful face to Howard. She had beautiful brown amber eyes with bleached blonde hair…
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