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Subject: ))To Strike Thee Again((


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((O Fortuna))
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Date Posted: 13:24:00 02/15/03 Sat
In reply to: ]..Cheime..[ 's message, "]..Blow taken..[" on 12:15:57 02/14/03 Fri


The brute is momentarily slammed into the soil, which has already gained the dilluted liquid o' death into its soul...He pulls away with an agile backstep, b'fore taken 'pon his occuli the scene befor 'im...His crown throbs under pains illusion, but 'twas only an illusion he told his inner being...The beast before him would not see his restlessness that bubbled into his mind at that moment...The warm crimson leaking down to his chest. Was an aud ripped loose? He did not know...nor care as long as one was left to sense 'is challenger's move...And the waves o' Rose as well. He turns to her for yet a fleeting moment...Pistons sent to rip into the troposphere as he calls to the bitch...
He is a foolish one...He knows naught of what will happen to him if he should win the battle...Nothing will occur but your bickerings to another who threatens your makeshift crown...For I hate to say it, but 'tis the weak that fear their own downfall...
With this last remark, he flies forth...Whip cord undulating behind him as the strike is made...This time 'twas aimed for the life source o' the other. Though he was able to tear from his thoughts any common sense, the sahib derives from instincts the move that must be made...His thorny crown thrusts at the rat, in hope o' slamming back the other's curvature, 'is ivories coming forth from the black cavern in an attempt to catch the challengers chest...

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