Be. But really, its just the hunters' own mind playing with him.
He hadn't done anything to Frederick.
Seemed like he was at that moment of barely being able to handle his own existence. γ
γ That is Norton. Fool's Gild in flesh, blood, rock and pyrite.
It's not until he 'loses' sight of Frederick that his steps become slow.. as if stepping back when a wall separated them. The hunter's hand touched the obstacle.. he seemed calm.. until a loud bang was heard.
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( soon enough, the usually eager expression upon frederickβs visage drops gradually. not only was norton acting out of it, but his glowing red hues, and the pickaxe.. it was thrown directly towards the wall behind him.
he was about to step forward, but halts.
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Him.
Now lost, unable to form proper words as he holds the man against his will right. Just huffs and the struggle to breathe properly as if he had just started to learn how to breathe for the first time. A poor attempt, since he feels like he is drowning.. in a sense, he may
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( soon enough, the usually eager expression upon frederickβs visage drops gradually. not only was norton acting out of it, but his glowing red hues, and the pickaxe.. it was thrown directly towards the wall behind him.
he was about to step forward, but halts.
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An obstacle behind the survivor.
The hunter's breathing is heavy. Angry, almost. And it showed with how his steps quickened, the sounds of his unstable body becoming louder as rocks crack against each other.
.. Frederick should not be standing still. γ
γ There is no clear answer at first.
Sure, before he would have already spoken up before.. apologizing and coming down to his knee in front of his beloved princess.
This time, though. All that could be seen through the falling snow was the faint vision of a very familiar
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( initially, when frederick and his teammates came across foolβs gold as the hunter, his worry had ceased. typically it was a playful match. sure, he would down the survivors, but he would tease, not harming them as best he could.
this time.. felt different.
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Voice of frederick reached him, but it didnt register as is should've. In the contrary, it caused the hunter to directly stare at the composer's location.. and it was only mere seconds before his pickaxe was thrown in his direction. Barely missing as it passes and cracks onto