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The Laughing Swordsman

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

Disgrace · Fantasy
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Hex was fast asleep, still on top of Blackie. He was still in a bad state from his last fight, aged horribly by overusing his powers. The only thing that indicated he was still alive was the weak breaths coming from his mouth every couple seconds.

The moment Talon realized that something was above him and Lena, he stood up. There was no hesitation when he took the giant scissors off of his back and opened them up, pointing the end towards the unknown object.

On the other hand, Lena had noticed the shadowy bird, but didn't take any action. Instead, she began kicking her legs about and humming a tune to herself. Her eyes were trained on the black veins lazily squirming about, as though that was more important.

As for Blackie, he took notice of the people below him, but didn't see any merit in talking to them. Thus he continued to fly, about to pass.

At that moment, Talon caught a glimpse of the person on the shadowy bird's back.

"You!..."