"No way."
[i] Desmond muttered to himself, the Ka'kari making him invisible as he sprinted for the courtyards and Chloe's room. The nearly unlimited stamina he got from the Black let him run unmatched, it would just be a challenge to get their first.[/i]
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"You sick, sick, fùck."
[i] Ian growled. In a flash, his [url=https://imgur.com/a/H9767]armor[/url] materialized around him. His weapons littered the suit of armor. Pistols on his waist, knives at his hips, Bowie knife on his leg, bo staff and sword on his back, whip sword around his belt, shotgun slung over his body, and grenades along his belt.
There was no part of Ian that believed he could beat Creed. No..but maybe he could kill him..at the cost of his own life. [/i]
"Yeah, just like old times Creed. Except one of these swings is going to relieve your head from your shoulders."
[i] Ian said, drawing the foot long combat knives from his belt. That whole suit of Creed's armor looked metal, maybe that gave Ian an advantage.[/i]
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