Sarah Thomas
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Pale was desperately trying to stay awake. Taree was in a panic. Taree was in a daze. He was afraid she'd run off and fight Yoshio by herself if he didn't keep talking to her to keep her calm. She had finally managed to drag both him and her brother to the entrance of a cave, but her orange sleeves had wiped her blurry eyes raw in the process. He wanted to sleep so badly. "You'd better not close your eyes, stupid! I'll hate you forever if you do!" The girl screamed. But his stupid new friend wouldn't…-
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"Give me my brother! Warrior Pale! Warrior Paaaale!" The silver-haired girl yelled after Pale, trying to get his attention. Every minute, every step, they felt the pressure of the black-cloth, sword-wielding assassins chasing after them. And behind them, an even stronger existence followed. Pale glanced to check on Taree's condition. Her short silver hair was a mess and sweat covered her face and exposed neck. Her breathing was erratic and she ran awkwardly, wincing in pain every few steps. "How long…
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Taree was incredibly confused. More than that, she felt betrayed. The man who she thought was the Chosen One was surrendering without a fight? He used such noble and domineering words, 'No one has to die today,' as if with a wave of his hand, he'd swat aside Yoshio and his goons into meat-paste against the mountainside. Taree had really wanted to see the storied Meat-to-Paste Technique. He even put his wrists together in a strange, almost ritualistic display, as if he was confident of his actions--…
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"Shut up, Yoshio! Before I punch you so hard, you'll have to brush your teeth through YOUR ASS!" Taree screamed so loud, her face turned red. Pale couldn't help but giggle, witnessing the girl's boldness. She was honest and much less boring than any other girl he'd met before. And she was pretty and smelled nice, too. The white-robed Yoshio cleared his throat, covering his mouth with a black-gloved hand. He shot Taree a single glare, before turning to face Barza, "Great Expert, I am Yoshio of the Muto…
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The white-robed challenger wore a long, black ponytail and black leather gloves covered in numerous razor-sharp blades. He arrogantly placed both hands behind his back, approaching without fear. "Who Art That Guy?" Barza looked to Taree for an answer. The little girl spat on the ground, shattering Barza's perception of her. From the way Tamaki talked, he'd thought that Taree was their family's princess and would act prim, proper-- or at the least, would act less like a thug than he did. "His name's…
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The blonde, blue-eyed archer and the rough, dark-haired warrior met each other's gaze, their faces mere ilms away from each other. "So you're the Chosen One, huh?" "Thou Art Correct. The Chosen One Is Me." Barza Keith had sheathed his two blades, hanging them behind his body in an X. He crossed his arms, striking a handsome pose as his shortened dark hair waved in the chilly wind. The blonde archer, Tamaki, was naturally handsome, with sparkling, innocent eyes and fair skin. Their heights were…
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Who was that little girl? Chosen one? Oh. This was a perfect chance for Barza to look cool. He patted his chest with pride, "I am indeed the Cho--" Bucket used his spear to vault over the fallen Gann, landing beside Barza and the little girl. "Hi! We're from Invictus," Bucket grinned. He adjusted his recovered log on his shoulders with his offhand and offered Barza with a friendly smile, "Hey, Lone! Good job!" Barza smiled helplessly. He lost his chance to look cool, but it was a team effort,…
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The Gann crashed through the forest's green and yellow-leaf trees, peppering the landscape with sword-sized splinters, wooden debris, and now-homeless, tree-dwelling animals. The Gann raised one of its three-fingered hands above its head, charging mana into a swirling sphere of roiling flames. The perpetually falling golden leaves around it incinerated instantly from its oppressive heat. Dragan and Tycon watched from above, as Bucket hurled rocks, Barza hurled insults, and the giant boar creature…
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Barza and Bucket had been tracking the Gann for half a sun. To that end, Bucket insisted on following a terrified looking piglet. Barza suggested eating it, but Bucket kept a strong opinion that the creature was their best guide to the Gann den. Barza worried that besides him, everyone in Invictus could talk to animals. He didn't want such a stupid skill. He figured it would be inconvenient-- like what if they started asking him for money? But still... Barza couldn't help but feel a little bit…
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After Barza and Bucket were dismissed, they left towards Wroe's waterfall to relax. Tycon told them they also had to use the soap, else he'd cut their rations. Tycon gathered Wroe and Dragan for a… chat. The group had arranged a circle of smooth boulders to sit on, around the previous evening's campfire. "Mister Tarquin Wroe." "...Yes, Boss?" Wroe was a bit distracted. He was absentmindedly staring at a thick, black rectangular card-- a gift he received as a result of his Pact. "I'd like to…
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