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originally posted in:The New Dojo
3/4/2017 1:08:00 PM
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"I don't need your f*cking help; tell me where the hell he went on his own." [i]Maria muttered, as she sheathed the massive blade upon her back. She yawned - clearly trying to piss off Garin or Ian.[/i]
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Ian's lips curled into a smile. "He might have returned to Hell, Maria. If you're willing to go..." He wasn't lying, but he wasn't being truthful either.
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"Tell me," [i]Before Ian knew it, he was suddenly sent into the air, crashing down from a kick from Marla - but...how?[/i] "The original goal was to kill him, then take care of you. I can always make arrangements to that." [i]Maria slammed her foot upon Ian's chest, slamming her other foot upon his hand while keeping her hand aimed at his arm.[/i] "Now. Tell me."
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Ian simply laughed. "You still don't understand, do you?" His chest shifted beneath her foot. "You can't beat him, Maria. Especially not on his home turf." He appeared next to her with a purple flash.
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"Who says I can't? Perhaps I won't beat him. Perhaps I'll outlast him until the end of time." [i]She turned, the weapon slammed into the cracked earth. A deep sigh escaped her mouth.[/i] "Perhaps you should die first, and pay for your sins. That was the original plan."
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He shook his head disapprovingly. "If you can beat me in a game of blackjack, then I'll fight you."
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"Or I could just end you, right here and now. That seems much more exciting than blackjack."
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"You may try." He was gone in with a flash of purple light, leaving only a note.
