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’ you’d be dead before you could draw your weapon. what’s the accomplice of dante doing here? ‘
blade retreats into it’s sheathe. forelimbs intersect across pectoral.
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she jumped at the sight of the yamato , hands up in a defensive position .
“ right back at you , vergil . put the sword down , i’m not here for a fight . ”
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strings of destiny laced within unison. threads continue to find themselves intersecting 、even when end goals never matched. blade compressed against @mqryonacross esophagus. silent momentarily ──┈ ‘ 𝘺𝘰𝘶… ‘
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strings of destiny laced within unison. threads continue to find themselves intersecting 、even when end goals never matched. blade compressed against @mqryonacross esophagus. silent momentarily ──┈ ‘ 𝘺𝘰𝘶… ‘
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posture relaxed upon disposing opposition. “ If i we’re you … ─┈ dialogue slips through tiers. stoic tones laced within statements. ┈─ I wouldn’t return here. next time 、you won’t be so lucky. “
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ada allowed a small, appreciative smile to curve her lips. —— there sure was something undeniably impressive about a man who could handle himself so well in a fight, especially one that had seemed so overwhelming. “ I suppose I didn’t need to worry after all. “