Tirin
Adventurous Watcher
Blind Runner
Awesomeness +0/-0
Posts: 83
Your personal guardian angel
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"...DAMN it!" Tirin exclaimed, his eyes narrowing as his fist collided with the wall, producing a small shower of stone, the dark material appearing to sponge up the blood coating the ground. After a few long minutes of simply standing there, a slight drizzle beginning to pour down and wash the red liquid into the gutters, the ancient (by human standards, at least) warrior making a note to find himself in the company of a few beautiful women later on; Love or not, a man had certain needs that absolutely had to be met, and they were only stronger for those who were basically perpetual teenagers. Flicking the blood from his sword and onto the wall, as was his custom, he sheathed his sword and walked towards the voice of the wounded person - if it was a teenager, he could just give the boy some help. And if it was an idiot thinking he could escape punishment through pure acting skill, he would be disappointed. No god would be foolish enough not to double-check their handiwork.
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