where no serious intent is to be located. The ball reaching far off the targets ahead,
โPoint isโฆ If I hit good enough to blow demon heads off, who really cares?โ
โEvery dog has its day but not every dog has its dayโฆโ
He did his best to share his brand of sagely advice. Making the end of the bat tap gently against the ground twice to rev up. The next ball flew at the same speed and path as always. Warren offers it a filler swing ยป
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Eyes squint to the spot he hit. โ I mean, it wasn't that bad. If it makes you feel better, there's a baseball player out there right now with shittier aim. Try again. Second time's the charm! โ
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Late night. Buzzing city. The vampire of new blood found himself at the cages where he decided to work his bloodied bat. Gruesomely embellished in nails and dried blood. The scent of iron still emanates from it, along with the essence of his demonic power with how often he ยป
smothers it in tainted magic. For this instance the batting tool is kept normal, simply going for the swings once the machine launches a baseball,
โ@midnightbrothel! Watch this dinger!โ He smacks the latest ball at the very center of the batโs body as it travels across till ยป