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09-06-2013, 02:44 PM
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Levi |
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Victory is ours Levi thought to himself. A twisted smile arose from his dark lips as his head almost drooped in exhaustion. Breathing heavily, he allowed the flow of air in and out of his lungs. Moonlit eyes were surprised, but jaded looking. All he really needed to do was just redeem his energy. It took much of his power to create that mound of sand. Not only that, but also to shoot it at Crowley with such intense speed. It may have been a hassle to actually send the wave of glittery grains, but the tidal wave itself was completely successful in hitting the target, Crowley. When the wave hit his opponent, Levi grimaced with delight. He watched as the whirling sands completely hide the foe’s figure, crushing him sawing him with stinging beads. The brindled foe thought that he could beat Levi? Well then, maybe he should think again next time. The silver brute almost felt relief rush through his weakened muscles. Although he never relaxed completely, he was sure that this was almost over. Every time he sparred the anticipation was still there for hours even after the spar had ended. Pressing his gaze to look for Crowley, something tingled in the back of his spine. A lurid fear suddenly took over the chills abruptly. Levi recognized one figure and one figure only. The brute frowned with displeasure, but also was worried. He was so focused on just attacking Crowley that he had forgotten about his devious assistant. Where was that dumb mutt? Levi thought in a funk. Wonderstruck, the brute flickered his eyes around, straining to see if the figure lurked anywhere around Crowley. Features grew large in bewilderment as the mutt was nowhere to be seen. The hellhound was glowing with rage just moments ago, but he would? Just kidding, Levi had figured out where he was in a matter of seconds later. A harsh force was propelled onto the stallion’s neck. His body pushed forwards from the impact, with a grunt from the collision. That same piercing feeling of the daggers gripped into his flesh. The aching pain was ten times heavier than it had seemed before. Clumps of acid spewed from Levi’s neck, trailing down the depths of his chest and legs. Levi bellowed a vicious growl in pain, agitated by the mutt. His jaws locked harder and harder like a noose strangling someone to death. Levi’s trachea was starting to close, as was his bone in his neck. Knowing that this could be the end, Levi braced himself. Feeling the pulling and closing sensations of the jaws. Gasping for air now, he was almost trembling with fear. It wasn’t because he was afraid of this mutt, but it was because he did not want to die… not now at least. His vision was starting to blur and he was so numb from all the pain. The pain was so much; he just almost didn’t feel it anymore. Limbs were growing weak, but his determination to keep up was the only thing that was keeping him going. He would have the will to defeat these murders if it was the last thing he did. [Closing defense] "Talk talk talk." |
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