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Jack Skellington Bit                  Since: 11-17-05 From: The Netherworld Last post: 6339 days Last view: 6329 days |
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OOC: I've got a lot of action planned for this one, it's going to be great. I suggest that an experienced Sim Battler accept this challenge, I don't mind if we've been at it before. And if you do join, please don't drop out of the fight, or I'll hunt you down and do mean things to your organs  Thank you.
--- The gray mist and the torrent of wintry rain suited the old cathedral on the hill. The storm intensified the cold, lonely look of its melancholy stone shell, forcing even the large stained glass windows into dull hues. An equally dismal road brought one to it - a winding, muddy path that lead up the bleak slope to its hollow silhouette, every now and then passing a sickly tree, hardened by ages of the unrelenting downpour. A figure in a black hood now climbed up this dejected path, a miserable soul cursing the rain and his own lack of foresight for the weather. He paused for a moment and ventured to lift his head against the sheet of rain, an attempt to get a clear look at the church ahead of him - but all he could make through the bleak curtain was an ominous triangular shadow, and nothing more. The thick rain cut into his pale face like nails, and muttering he turned his head to the ground as he began his ascent again. A few minutes later, he arrived at heavy wood doors, his stitched cloak soaking like a used rag. Hastily, he pounded the heavy knockers, but the echoing sound went unanswered. He irritably beat once more, and when the call was again unreturned, he complained under his breath and searched for another entrance. Just getting more of the piercing rain in his face as he scanned the area, he decided to Hell with it, and burst the doors open with a powerful kick. The figure strode into the cold chamber, trailing puddles of water behind him, and carelessly tossed his waterlogged cloak onto one of the pews. Calmly, the slender boy looked around the dark hall. It appeared to be devoid of any life. Great, no one to pester him while he worked. Not bothering to shut the doors, he sought the stairs that would lead him to the library above. Restlessly, he now shuffled through endless books on towering shelves. Picking them out at random, he'd trace through its pages with a thin white finger for a moment, just to cast it aside with a tired groan as he found nothing. Too many books... The boy lit some candles, bathing the high room in a warm orange glow, and began his search again at the beginning of the collection. He'd spend days there if he had to, he knew that what he searched so desperately for was in this very room... It was then that his unnatural green eyes lit up excitedly, having fallen over a promising tome. He eagerly plucked the book from its place and flipped it open, probing its pages with a new vigor. He might have been reading it for hours. However long, he was too focused in this find to notice that someone was now standing at the entrance to the library, watching him study among the mess he created. (edited by Jack Skellington on 04-29-06 01:50 AM) |
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Forte.EXE When life seems to get bad, just suck it up and deal with it!     Since: 11-18-05 From: Singe City, Ajiina (Davenport, Iowa) Last post: 6294 days Last view: 6292 days |
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| OOC: I'm feeling a bit evil and dark.... heheheheheh...
____________________________________________ His purple hair gleemed a bit in the orange glow of the lit candles, his eyes peircing red. In his right hand was some sort of gun-like weapon, the Gun Del Hell. "I had heard rumors spread through the shadows that someone was after something." By the looks of it, this pale-skinned, purple haired half-human/half-immortal was still wet from dashing through the cold harsh rain, up the damned path to this rickety old church. A bit of thunder rumbles in the background, as he continues to bore his eyes at the person reading the materials from the books. "I still do not understand why Hel would want for me to take on this task. After all, you're just an undead who follows his own retched path. A lost soul who wanders the living... if you want, I'd be glad to put you out of your pathetic misery...? Or... maybe you live to terrorize countless victims, dragging their near-lifeless bloody corpses down to hell, where they soon rise once again as part of the undeading plauge?" |
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Jack Skellington Bit Since: 11-17-05 From: The Netherworld Last post: 6339 days Last view: 6329 days |
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| OOC: Ah, hello again Forte. Now that we just finished our previous spar, why not start another, eh?
--- Jack half-raised his head and regarded the figure with mild interest. He had been sure that the church was empty, so this person must have followed him in. Deathly calm as always, he turned his eyes back to the text below him and finished the paragraph, and then made an annoyed sigh as he placed the book on the table. Jack turned back to the figure and watched him with a raised eyebrow. Jack: "You got the pathetic misery and wandering part right, but I can't say I've ever dragged anyone off to Suffering. I prefer to keep 'em alive and suffering with me, heh. But who are you, and what the Hell do you want?" Jack was sure that this person's 'task' would somehow involve trying to subdue him, as they always did. How irritating, he was rather interested in that book. |
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Forte.EXE When life seems to get bad, just suck it up and deal with it! Since: 11-18-05 From: Singe City, Ajiina (Davenport, Iowa) Last post: 6294 days Last view: 6292 days |
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| "Well, it has something more to do than whatever it is that your thinking. I am the Dark boy, otherwise known as Sabata." He gripped his Gun Del Hell tightly, "I was sent by the Queen of the Immortals to seek you out. For some reason she has taken quite an interest in you. You are one of the undead, and yet you serve no one. You are your own man... well, as much as you were before your untimely death."
He chuckled lightly, closing his eyes and smirking devilishly. He then somehow appeared before him, slamming his hands on the table. "If you are of a darkness element..." Grinning once more, the candles are blown out by a mysterious cold wind that blasts through the room, scattering loose papers along the ground. "Let's see what magical abilities you can use... shall we? |
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Jack Skellington Bit Since: 11-17-05 From: The Netherworld Last post: 6339 days Last view: 6329 days |
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| Jack haughtily pulled back from Sabata as he landed on the table, making sure to grab the book and place it safely in his coat. As he observed the boy up close, a strange thought passed him.
Jack: "Wait, have we... met? ...No..." Jack lightly shook the idea out of his head and assumed a more ready posture. Jack: "Well, I'm just ecstatic to hear that I've captured this Queen's interest," he said sourly, "But I'm far too busy to go mucking about with her right now. ...Still, if it'll make you go away... let's just make this quick if we can, shall we?" Jack's thick boot sounded as he stepped backward across the stone floor, pointing his stitched finger at Sabata's feet. There was then a simple clicking noise, and that was all. Jack smirked wickedly. Lightning flared in the gray sky, and the light that rushed through the wide windows behind him cast distortedly long shadows over the dark room... all except for Sabata, who cast no shadow at all. Jack's quiet laughter echoed after the thunder. He had stolen Sabata's shadow! |
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Forte.EXE When life seems to get bad, just suck it up and deal with it! Since: 11-18-05 From: Singe City, Ajiina (Davenport, Iowa) Last post: 6294 days Last view: 6292 days |
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| Sabata then Zero-Shifted out of the room. "Catch me if you can undead freak!" Sabata's voice echoed out. When the Dark boy used Zero-Shift, he became immaterial. What Sabata left behind was a Nightmare Grenade, that will greatily damage Jack if he doesn't get his rear out of there in the next few seconds...
Let's see what Hel sought from him...? (edited by Forte.EXE on 05-08-06 11:29 PM) |
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Jack Skellington Bit Since: 11-17-05 From: The Netherworld Last post: 6339 days Last view: 6329 days |
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| Jack made an alarmed start when he realized what Sabata intended to do, and with a deft leap he passed the table, seized the grenade and tossed it through the window. The bomb burst a smooth hole through the colorful glass, and out in the hazy distance made an explosion, muted by a crash of thunder.
Jack pulled himself up from the floor and smoothed the hair out of his face. Jack: "Alright, major rule here: Watch what you're doing!!! This library contains ancient texts, and you can't just go blowing them to bits like that!" He pointed a sly glance to one of the books on a shelf, and pulled it out. Jack: "...Very powerful texts, here. Take this for instance. Rotoroc qocrobocai!" With his palm on the open spell book, Jack read the inscription before him. In response to his chant, the room flared up with an orange light, and a flaming snake came spiraling out of the page! The serpent of fire flew wispy circles around Jack, roared hotly and then dived toward Sabata, aiming to hit him with its spiritual flames if it could not damage him physically as well. The dragon would implode on impact, dealing heavy spirit and fire damage. Although Jack was learned about the books around him, Sabata wasn't incapable of picking a random book and casting his own spell - so long as he could read and put a little force in his words. But who knew what spell would spill forth if he decided to use one of the books against Jack? While Jack hungrily watched his dragon do its work, he unconsciously flicked his fingers at the ground. In response to his hand movements, Sabata's shadow danced on the floor beneath him, completely under his control. Although Sabata didn't know it, terrible magic was at work here - if he could not recover his shadow in ten turns, something very bad would happen to him. It was possible that he could already feel the numbing pains of fatigue blanket him and increase with every minute that he was separated from it. Shadow Countdown: 10 |
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Forte.EXE When life seems to get bad, just suck it up and deal with it! Since: 11-18-05 From: Singe City, Ajiina (Davenport, Iowa) Last post: 6294 days Last view: 6292 days |
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| "Summoning of the Undead! Block the spirtal attack!" Grinning, lightning flashed before a bunch of Moks melted up from the ground, and absorbed the fiery dragon by launching blasts of purple miasma sludge, and klorophyl that will absorb the whisps of fire, thus nulling the spell and the attack.
"I'm fully awake of the books here, and how strong it's text can bring to people who can weild its magical abilities. Most of these I have read and memorized. Of course, the book that held the most dark magical text I have kept hidden deep within Fog Castle." He had sprinted bakc into the room, behind Jack, Gun Del Hell aimed at his shadow, which he fired a Dark Spread, and will retrivec hsi shadow back, then Zero-Shift away once more. (edited by Forte.EXE on 05-10-06 11:17 AM) |
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Jack Skellington Bit Since: 11-17-05 From: The Netherworld Last post: 6339 days Last view: 6329 days |
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| OOC: Not sure what you have going on with The Letter H, but is this really Sabata that Jack's fighting? 'Cuz they've already met before, and they ought to act like it if that's the case.
--- Jack cackled when he saw Sabata try and reclaim his precious shadow, and sent it whizzing in a circle around him to avoid the attack. However, the dark spread only ended up hitting him instead. Jack gasped from the impact and leaned backward against the table - there was nothing like the sleepy, yet painful feeling of a dark attack. But he was up again, and he returned to toying with Sabata's shadow, grinning menacingly while he imagined what would happen if he could keep hold of it. Jack: "You better try a little harder. If you don't get it back in a few minutes, you're going to be in your own little hellish realm of pain and torture. But hey, you asked to see some dark powers, so maybe you shouldn't... heh heh hehhh." Jack tossed his current book on top of the pile on the table, and whisked another from the shelf. He flicked quickly through the pages, and then stopped suddenly on a promising page. Jack: "Oh, you'll lament this. Aci nr Nocrau!" The room rushed with a grim wind as black splotches of negative energy starting popping into being right around Sabata! These clouds of decay slowly moved toward him, picking up speed over a few seconds until they were whooshing at him like bullets! They stopped appearing once they numbered seven, and each attack that hit Sabata would stick to him, corporeal or not, and quickly drain his hp until they shrunk out of existence. It was just that they picked up speed so quickly that made their movements hard to predict. Jack: "I should keep some of these books. I'm just loving the spells in this one here." Shadow Countdown: 9 (edited by Jack Skellington on 05-10-06 09:25 PM) |
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Forte.EXE When life seems to get bad, just suck it up and deal with it! Since: 11-18-05 From: Singe City, Ajiina (Davenport, Iowa) Last post: 6294 days Last view: 6292 days |
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| "Dark Tornado!" He began spinning around while unleashing another Dark Spread. He managed to disolve a few of the negative energy shots, but a few managed to strike him. He only winched, before gulping down what looked like a green liquid from a crystal potion bottle, before dropping it to the ground. The healign effects immediatly rid the harmful effects he suffered, but did not recover any HP.
"I think I'll get rid of this library right away..." Switching sub-weapons, he took aim and fired several normal-colored grenades, which will explode and could burn this library room, "Since it seems your gonna be using the spells from the books, get rid of the source, Jack." As he finished that sentence, he plucked a book off from the nearby shelf next to him. It was a black book which held the image of the Messenger of the Moon on the front cover. This book contains the spell that I require to nab back my shadow from that undead freak, but first... I'll have ot get it back after finding that specific spell... |
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Jack Skellington Bit Since: 11-17-05 From: The Netherworld Last post: 6339 days Last view: 6329 days |
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| Jack: "What are you doing?!"
Jack's arms automatically snapped forward, and aiming them at the grenades, he used telekinesis to pull a couple from their deadly path and launch them out of the broken window. He could still do nothing about the others that exploded around the room, incinerating so many of the invaluable books. As the smoke subsided, small flames on broken bits of wood were all that remained on one wall of the library. Jack's dark silhouette stood in front of the fires behind him, staring at Sabata with his head tilted down and look of indubitable menace on his ghastly green eyes. Jack: "You - ! You should have known better than to do that! Who knows what kinds of power, knowledge, and history you just destroyed right there?! Fuck, if I didn't have this book with me right now - " He cocked his head to the side, and stiffly drew his dagger. The threatening stare was quickly replaced with a crazed one. Jack: "Okay. Pain time. Starting now!" Jack dashed forward with unprecedented speed! As he cleared half the distance to Sabata, he slashed wildly at the air as time seemed to slow to a crawl. Brilliant flames were drawn in a line from the diagonal slash he made, and then more as he slashed again, making a flaming X that floated in the air. Jack completed the design by spinning in the air and forcefully drawing a horizontal line near the top of the X as he came back around. With the design completed, Jack landed crouching on the floor as time returned to its normal flow and the fiery pattern rushed at Sabata! (edited by Jack Skellington on 05-11-06 03:39 PM) |
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Forte.EXE When life seems to get bad, just suck it up and deal with it! Since: 11-18-05 From: Singe City, Ajiina (Davenport, Iowa) Last post: 6294 days Last view: 6292 days |
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| "What the fuck!?" The teen braced impact, as the energy spell struck him.
"Screw you Jack!" He opened the book, and found the spell he needed. Closing his eyes, an ominious aura started to flare up around him as he began to speak in an unknown language. If this spell is completed, Sabata will have fully retrived his shadow, plus increase his attack strength. Number of turns before Spell is complete: 2 |
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Jack Skellington Bit Since: 11-17-05 From: The Netherworld Last post: 6339 days Last view: 6329 days |
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| Jack continued tirelessly. He followed the spell on its path to Sabata, and maintained the assault moments after it struck. The final distance was closed as he dove forward and made a strong horizontal slash aimed at the midsection, spraying phantom blood across the chamber from his crooked blade whether he hit or not. The vampiric slash would sap some of Sabata's blood and deal medium-high damage if it landed.
Jack was too focused on making Sabata suffer to notice the shadow flicker beneath him... |
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Forte.EXE When life seems to get bad, just suck it up and deal with it! Since: 11-18-05 From: Singe City, Ajiina (Davenport, Iowa) Last post: 6294 days Last view: 6292 days |
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| This.... strange ominious aura that flared around the teen's body seemed to suppress damage, but still some blood was shed after Jack's blade ran through him. He still held his concentration and continued the spell, his voice getting louder.
Spell Time left -- 1 |
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Jack Skellington Bit Since: 11-17-05 From: The Netherworld Last post: 6339 days Last view: 6329 days |
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| Jack seemed to snap out of his mad delirium when he felt his weapon recoil from Sabata, making less of an effect than he intended. He looked quickly from his knife and to his enemy, hearing the chant for the first time.
Jack: "Hmph, like that'll help." Jack back flipped high into the air from his position and landed gracefully on another table, his coat falling behind him like his own two shadows. But just after that, he was in the air again - hovering, with a magenta aura radiating from him. Lightning flashed, and Jack twirled in the air, making a violent thrust with his arm in Sabata's direction. In response to the motion, an invisible force then tore through the air, rocketing straight to the Dark boy! The spell ripped apart everything in its path, shredding the fine rug it followed and leaving a deep, burning crevice on the stone floor beneath. It'd grind Sabata like meat in a blender if he didn't move, and fast. |
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Forte.EXE When life seems to get bad, just suck it up and deal with it! Since: 11-18-05 From: Singe City, Ajiina (Davenport, Iowa) Last post: 6294 days Last view: 6292 days |
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| Unfortunately for Jack, the spell finished, and the Dark boy will soon reclaim his shadow as soon as he fires a Dark Spread at his own shadow. For now, the aura dimmed, and he threw the book at Jack before he Zero-Shifted out of the path.
He could still feel how strong this type of spell was... how strong the energy felt, not to mention that the stone floor had large gashes left in the path of the attack. "I'd be glad to end your life right now undead freak, but then Hel would be pissed off. I'll take you to see her even if I have to kick your ass in order to do so." He whipped out the GDH, and held down the trigger, creatign a ball of energy at the barrel that was starting to suck in everything towards the gravity. Jack if he's smart enough should leave right away to escape the pull of this gravity the gun has created... ... but then again, maybe a helpful dish of moderate pain won't hurt old Jack then... OOC: If Jack does indeed get caught in the gravity's pull and sucked in... he'll he dealt moderate damage, then shot back out from falling from the sky from an invisible warp. |
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Jack Skellington Bit Since: 11-17-05 From: The Netherworld Last post: 6339 days Last view: 6329 days |
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| OOC: Sorry, had internet problems.
--- As the Foul Crevice spell continued on its path, missing Sabata, it reduced the book to confetti before it could travel an inch through the air. A green plume of smoke was all that was left among shreds of paper that drifted slowly to the ground. There was finally a loud crash against the empty stone wall where the spell landed, nearly caving it in entirely. Jack turned in the air and ceased his floating, to land gently on top of the table once more. He leered spitefully at Sabata at the mention of Hel. Jack: "Well, Hel's going to have to settle with a little disappointment. She could handle some of that for once, I think." A strange wind seemed to pick up in the room, pulling everything toward a sphere that Sabata's gun had created. It was obvious that getting sucked in would not bring good results. Jack dug his heels against the table as he felt himself drawn inward, and made to dash in the opposite direction when he had an idea. As all of the contents of the room - books, chairs, papers, and bits of glass - chaotically flew toward the core, Jack snatched one hardback out of the air and made a swift cut down the center with his dagger. A brilliant light flashed from the tear Jack created, and he automatically recoiled from it. The book then zoomed toward Sabata's gravity gun, a blinding specter of light in the dark room. Jack knew what was coming, and only wished that what was soon to follow could have been anything but light charged. He jumped off the table and hurried away from Sabata, struggling through the storm of flying books and junk, but then an entire bookshelf was uprooted and rolled toward him. Jack only uttered a curse as the huge object knocked him toward the Gun del Hel, just as the light book collided with the gravity orb. The room lit up with a terrible and powerful explosion of light that would blast both fighters to opposite ends of the room; Jack soared backward through the air with the various damaged furnishings, and crashed right through the stained glass window and out of the church. It was about a five story fall from the great window, down to the jagged hill below � a certainly fatal fall. Yet if Sabata were to take a look outside after recovering, he'd find that Jack was nowhere in sight� Something called him toward the window... hard to resist... where had Jack gone? |
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Forte.EXE When life seems to get bad, just suck it up and deal with it! Since: 11-18-05 From: Singe City, Ajiina (Davenport, Iowa) Last post: 6294 days Last view: 6292 days |
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| "Shit!" is all Sabata said before he too was flown to the wall. The sound of shattered glass reached his ears as he Zero-Shifted to the window, and looks out, as the rain continues to pour, lightning flashing. He had reclaimed hsi shadow when he created that Blackhole with his GDH.
Sabata shattered the rest of the stained glass before leaping out. He puts his gun away, and grabs a branch from the closest and spins like acrobat before jumping down and landing gracefully. The rain pelted him and the muddy hilly ground, loud claps of thunder echoing out followed by flashes of lightning. He yanks out his GDH and grips tightly. |
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Jack Skellington Bit Since: 11-17-05 From: The Netherworld Last post: 6339 days Last view: 6329 days |
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| Jack: "Where are you going? If you're looking for me, you're going the wrong way."
Jack's eerie voice sounded from the cathedral above. The battlements near the steep rooftop were bathed in shadows, but as the lightning flashed again, Jack's figure was lit up for a split second. He was hanging from the edge of the covering, upside down like a bat - he had been able to catch himself before falling out of the window. Jack let go of his grip and fell to the narrow platform directly below, finding a place still stories above Sabata. Peering down at Sabata like a vulture, he produced a book from his coat, one with a brown and turquoise cover - the same book that he had been reading when they met. He only had to flip two pages in before he was contented with what he found. "You may have blown the library to Hades, but I've still got the prize of all the books right here." He waved the book around. Lightning flashed, illuminating the illustrious pages of ghost-like demons. "Oh, you've done it now. Just try and stop this! Ciiaana iuc Cnovaai nr iuc Aartocai..." Jack was reading a powerful spell out of this tome, and would be finished in less than a minute! If Sabata hoped to avoid its terrible effects, he'd have to scale the building and stop him. Going in through the church would most likely take too long, but ivy lined the stone walls, which could help Sabata if he had no other method of making the distance. |
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Forte.EXE When life seems to get bad, just suck it up and deal with it! Since: 11-18-05 From: Singe City, Ajiina (Davenport, Iowa) Last post: 6294 days Last view: 6292 days |
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| The dark treen cursed to himself. Even with Zero Shift, dashing up to where Jack is still won't help so he fired several Dark shots to hopefully connect and burn that damn book once and for all, while dashing towards the ivy-covered wall and begins climbing.
If I know what he's trying to unleash, I better not let that happen! |
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