

Another quick story from meHe wields the staff like a master. Batting away the oncoming horde, as they were struck they would fly, five feet, ten feet, thirty feet. His stave was unnatural, powered purely by its masters will. Unbending, unbreakable. Able to exert the exact amount of force needed to strike the life from the bodies from the oncoming challengers. He pulled his arm back readying himself, he sprinted forward then quickly spun upon one foot and banished three sickening figures to the dirt. With his gracefully violent movements his hood fell to his shoulders revealing a face, grimaced with hatred for this abhorrent fighting. Surrounding eyes that pierced likeAnother quick story from me
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