11-19-2009, 10:27 AM
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They both remained frozen, waiting and watching to see who’d make the next move. Samael remained where he was as the masked man finally sprung into action, charging straight for the hell prince. Muscles tense and at the ready to meet him, at the last second the self-proclaimed vigilante swerved, leaving only his clawed hand flying straight for his side. Nails brushed Samael’s flesh, leaving a single red line that bleed freely as he twisted, aiming to claw at the stranger’s side, back, or whatever was closest for him to reach. This time, he would remain on the defense, allowing the other to come to him while he bit and struck at whatever was available once he was in range. He would only spring into action once he felt like it. |