“One such as himself could never fear death. A stagnant martial artist made to feel lofty by a power that controlled him.
The dictator’s continued pestilence is of no surprise. Nor will be his next rise.”
@InverseManji —
massacre that sent both back.
In either situation, that ogre would pace towards the result of his handiwork in search of whatever phoenix would rise from the ashes of such weakness.
@InverseManji —
If connected, that gathered flame would erupt unto and through the girl, shooting out a spire of flame that ripped through a distant wall behind her as the force of his flame ejected her backwards.
Had this not halted her attack, then her uppercut struck true in a mutual
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