02-04-2011, 04:08 PM
Sweat dripped from King's body in fear as he saw the blades. His body refused to move, but he had more skills than just punching and kicking something like a child throwing a tantrum. From under the ground, large, thick, green plants ripped from the ground, attacking his sister and rising up around him, helping block the blades or at least steer them off course.
There is no such thing as a being of pure evil or pure good. We are all created with an equal chance of good or of evil.