Devotion

Larkspur D'Angelo · 04-15-2010, 11:51 AM

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She can get him once more in the face for the scar, and then maybe we can play as if Kaena calls the retreat?

There had been countless battles in Larkspur’s four years on earth. Had his mother not been blinded by love, he would have died as a child. She had kept him alive because she loved him, despite his sin. Until he had been able to fend for himself, she had cared for him. Then there had been an abrupt but not surprising turn. Every single person who lived in the Khalif’s mountains knew that Larkspur D’Angelo was the embodiment of evil and was meant to burn. So Larkspur had known fear as he had known hatred and repulsion. He understood conflict because there had been constant conflict in his life.

He was the enemy, and the enemy had to be destroyed. He applied this thought process to every battle since then; he had killed for his aunt-mother, but he would not kill for Haku Soul. If he was to kill this girl, it would be for himself and himself alone.

She was fast, and with his bulk, Larkspur could not avoid her. While his teeth grazed her arm she still struck him, forcing his head sideways. A blow landed in his chest, managing to push him back only slightly, but it was enough that the sword narrowly missed his legs. If he could get that away from her she would be ended, this was for certain. He retreated a step, circled, and then came for her again.

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