originally posted in:The New Dojo
A tendril of purple mist, like an ocean current was twisting through the first toward the sound, as if it was a tentacle of some celestial octopus.
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He would’ve seen two women beating the crap out of one another, rolling across the ground. One seemed to be a normal human woman, the other being similar her with the exception of a purple (almost evil-looking) aura around the second woman.
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The tendril continued, weaving through the trees a tremendous speed, eventually hitting whichever woman was on top at the time.