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This was a bad idea.
Sammy laid out in the grass, groggy and disoriented. He felt blood gushing from his sides, and maybe from the small seams in his helmet. The torn leather revealed feathers that had just been as easily plucked off, and he couldn't exactly feel his leg.
He tried to roll over onto his side, to ease the pain. But it burned, Pascal's dark energy wasn't very kind to the wounds.
His vision blurred, but he made no attempt to stay awake. He rest his head on ground, a pool of blood tainting the green grass below him.
It was a bad idea to fight Pascal by himself, and now he's here.
Though, death might not be so bad.

FReaky_Tampon Tue 06 Aug 2024 07:56PM UTC
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Kaizzser Mon 02 Sep 2024 06:56PM UTC
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