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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/24/2017 5:42:56 PM
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[i]Charla would pull Fabio close, then, bringing her shoulder to his as she whispered.[/i] "You know, the dragons of Khaom breath the flames of the end.." [i]She slid a dagger into his hand, then. Ut soared with a certain heat, as Charla would smile in a devilish manner.[/i] "Welcome home, sunshine."
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His devilish grin was hid by his own helmet. "The life of a merc. So, who's giving out orders?"
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"I am, really. Tomorrow, we'll be picking out these Tribune аsshats in the arena's crowd. Khaom's politics are rather simple: challenge someone into the arena, fight to the death. And you, my dear.. will be my champion, if that's fine with you." [i]Charla would say, having already seduced Fabio with gifts and promises. Now, she seemed to ask for his service.. his life.[/i]
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"I will be your champion. I can survive all the Tribune fighters."
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"...That's good to hear. Very, very good to hear." [spoiler]Fin? Gonna get that post up.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yep[/spoiler]
