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Post by Triunis on Apr 27, 2004 21:32:27 GMT -5
Alexander nodded grimly, then shuddered.
[glow=white,2,300]"Better two Relics than a Cabal. The Cabal are just . . . they frighten me. And not a little shivery fear, either. Those things are terrifying."[/glow]
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Alexander lay on the ground, an enormous hole in his left flank. Light blue blood poured from his injury, and his muscles convulsed involuntarily as a tall, female human approached him.
"Pitiful. The premeir of the Angel-Borns, torn down just by this? By his own fears?"
As Alexander painfully raised his head to look at her, the massive demon that had inflicted the wound vanished. The girl smiled in an amused manner as the Intruil spoke.
"You . . . haven't won yet, Zaskrit. The Mages will always fight you, and the Relics . . . "
He was cut short by a volley of coughs. Looking at his hand, he was not surprised to see more blood.
Zaskrit the Oblivion walked slowly up to him, and kicked him in the face. He flew backwards a few inches, landing on his back. As he spit a molar onto the ground next to him, she grabbed him from under the snout. He was surprised; she didn't look that strong from her figure.
"The Relics are doomed, just as the Mages are. To speak of them as if they could defeat us is foolish. Just as it was foolish for you to come here to stop me . . ."
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Alexander snapped back into the present, shivering again at the memory of the most hated of the Cabal.
[glow=white,2,300]"Let's go."[/glow]
Turning, he strode away from the wreckage caused by Mahandronis to pursue him.
((continued on thread "Paradise" in the Arkane Lands))
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