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12/29/2016 2:44:26 AM
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He sees a young man with dirty blond hair and blue eyes drawing the town furiously.
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The face under the hooded helmet squinted at the sight. "Possible foul tricks being played on my mind...no matter, this false 'illusion' of an abandoned village will cease!" He said, slinging the flintlock-like rifle and reaching for the bone handles. Then he connected them together to create a scythe, flipping the hinges with a loud click. He then held it with two hands, approaching the artist.
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The artist looks up from his drawing. "Who are you?"
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"A man. A hunter of foul beasts." He said, approaching even further, scythe is tightened.
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"Well, I'm clearly not a beast so you can put the scythe away."
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"I'd prefer not to." He replied, his grip only tightening further upon the shaft of the scythe.
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"Uh huh. Dragonforce Bahamut." An eight foot tall red and black draconic humanoid complete with wings, horns, and tail, appears and interposes itself between the two.
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"Another Stand User hmm? Palesnake." A humanoid Stand of a height and build similar to Ghiaccio's was summoned next to him. It is sparsely clothed in black, with a mask covering its face to the bottom of where its nose would be, in a piece that rises above its head by half its height in a row of peaks, like a crown. Its light skin is marked by horizontal stripes of roughly an inch's height, with "GΔCT" repeatedly written on every other stripe.
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"This shall make for an interesting battle."
