Matthew Thompson
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–In the Training Room– Brance’s body suddenly transformed, revealing his Bloodline abilities to the entire party after a bright flash of Light, forcing Cynrik to jump forward, catch Gabby by the waist, and drag her to safety. Observing the changes occurring in the center of the training room with wide eyes, Benny, Selene, and Gabby were amazed by how Brance’s hair changed from his highlighted aqua and white jet black to a blemish-free pure white, his skin bronzed and radiated in Light. At the…
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–Several Seconds Earlier– Without hesitation, the instant Brance noticed Michael’s shoulder muscles tense up, his left hand went to his sheath, and he used it like a lever alongside kicking off the ground to dive out of the way from the tri-pronged wing attack, narrowly avoiding it. Unfortunately, he used too much force and lost control of his roll after throwing his body half a dozen meters backward. ‘Fuck, FUCK!’ Brance screamed in his head as he tried his best to keep his knees tucked close…
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Taking a deep breath, Brance waited until there was less than 5% left in the Barrier’s durability, summoned the angry Archangel to the second floor, activated the Mana suppression, and smiled adventurously. “Let’s do this shit,” Brance said as he was whisked down from the 5th floor to the 2nd, where the actual confrontation was to begin. In an instant, Michael and Brance were teleported to the second floor, appearing on opposite sides of the stadium-sized room. While Michael was utterly confused…
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Brance’s last move was to press the intercom system; it was time to taunt the Angel, if this worked, everything would be set, and his opponent would rush right into the range of his teleportation so that he could draw him into the second floor, where the real battle would begin. CRACKLE “Ayo, Birdguy, you sure talk a big game, but as of yet, all you’ve done is arrogantly stood there and eaten five hits from me.” As Brance began his taunts, he equipped the Tier-3 Katana that he looted off the Spy…
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‘Come on, you chicken shit bastard, you always talk so fucking much; why are you being quiet now? Let’s get this over with so I can kick you twelve ways to Sunday and get on with my life.’ Pulling a play from Cynrik’s playbook, Brance taunted the Being who had lived in his head for years with a slew of vulgarities. “Foolish boy, if you wish for death so badly, then I will repay your slanderous words tenfold.” No sooner did the words enter Brance’s mind than did a powerful voice echo…
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“Tobs, hold the other notifications about rewards for a moment; I will go over them inside my Tower.- With that thought in his mind, Brance scooped up the golden snitch like Codex Core and teleported to the top of his to the Central Command Center. A simple thought was all that was necessary for Brance to instantly make his way to the 5th floor of the Tower, and after arriving in the command room, he soon stood before the command column. Stepping forward and placing his fingers into the small…
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With his legs firmly planted up to his knees into the terrain, Brance began activating his . “My Terra lays the stone-like foundation to support me in my efforts to protect those I love,” “My foundation is guided by the steady bellows of my Wind, allowing it to soar to untold heights,” as he spoke the second verse of his Mantra, Brance extended his arms out to either side and turned his palms downward before kneeling down and gripping the air just above the ground his feet were embedded. Unlike…
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“There is no telling how long you will be locked in combat, and when she notices you aren’t in the living room, the first place she will come is here.” “So get off your bullshit high horse and wake your girlfriend up, or I will do it for you.” Sipping his coffee and ignoring the angry look Brance was shooting him, Cynrik calmly waved his hand and shooed off Brance. Groaning loudly, Brance stood up and left the training room, making his way toward his bedroom, and when he opened the door, he…
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Left alone with only the pile of crystals, Brance gathered himself and grabbed a handful before staring at them silently. To say his mind wasn’t in turmoil would be a lie. Cynrik had already known but never once pressed him for information and, in the background, was gathering resources for the moment Brance came forward and asked for his help. With this thought in his mind, Brance put on a serious expression and began absorbing the crystals in batches of 10. -You have absorbed an Essence (XP) crystal…
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“So…what is the next step?” Brance asked quietly. Now that everything was out in the open, he desperately needed Cynrik’s advice. “Welp, now you get ready to beat the fuck out of that LM guy, I have my theories about his identity, but you will be on your own.” “So power up all your skills now, and get ready; we are doing this shit here and now, Brancie, and if my theory is correct, the second you acknowledge its existence, you will be pulled into your SOC for your First Turning Point…
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