11-13-2008, 10:10 AM
Vocatio was awestruck. Just a moment ago, he had managed to escape death thanks to a friend, but another had fallen to the icy tendrils of death. He stood slowly up, in an almost frightening way and reached into his pouch to pull out some needles. His only weapons besides his fists. One of his daggers was embedded in Hugen, another in the heart of a potential friend and definite ally. And his sword, still stuck in the last demon's arm. He threw 3 needles each at the demon's knee caps and hurled 3 more at each of his eyes. "You deserve nothing. No pleasure, no sight, and certainly not life." A single lonely tear trickled down his cheek. A stranger. But a stranger he held a bond with, like every other person that was fighting for their lives.
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