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Abnormal-Child	Jun 12 2008, 05:20 PM
Administrator Posts: 538 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: April 13, 2008	Currently the local guards in the area where in search of a murder, who had only a few hours ago been witness to have murdered his wife outside their home. Most of the guards were roaming the streets, standing at corners, keeping watch, while a small group luckily were in pursuit of the murder and could be seen charging down Kite street. A quite location at this time of day but still a successful one. The criminal was a head of the guards, his body rapped in dark brown robes, his hood pulled tightly over his face, hiding his features behind a vial of shadow. His left hand grasped tightly to a mace which hung from the leather of his belt. His feet could be heard from a distances as his bare souls slapped against the soft dirt lane. With a grunt Logan stood his ground in the path of the incoming criminal. Grinding his teeth, he grasped the hard grip of his sword handle and with a smooth movement, tore the blade free from it’s sheath, letting out a heavy hissing noise as the blade cut though the air. With a great gulp of air, Logan began to mutter under his breath, uttering praise to the greater power and demanding strength from the void as he clasped both hands around his sword and raised the blade in the direction of the incoming foe. A leach of heat, shot though the air, causing local clothes and flags to flail madly. In a sudden explosion of liquid flame, a figure of flame roared from the dusty ground before Logan. His body taking the form of a mighty bear, his size growing my the minute as he fed the flame with the void. His skin began to inch and ache, small cuts and sours formed up on his legs and chest while the air around him grew chilled and bitter. His fingers began to feel numb from the lack of heat and that was where he decided to break about from the spell and bring forth his attack upon the criminal. In the next few moments, Logan lurched forward from behind his blazing elemental to confront the now fearful looking criminal before him. In his own defence the foe raised his mace, blocking the heavy slash of his blade by was to slow to evade Logan’s fist as he rapped itself against his jaw line, knocking him back as few steps. Seeing no way out and fearing imprisonment, the criminal lurched forward and swung at Logan. Logan’s body stood motionless, his weapon raised in defence. His loose red and white uniform fluttering in the wind, his armour glinting in the high sun light, a smile licking his lips. With a roar his fire elementals paw ripped passed his shoulder, slamming into the incoming attack and raising the maces temperature heavily. The hulking beast stood over Logan, defensive and protective of it’s master. Logan stood in it’s wake, his body starting to drip with sweat from the intense heat.


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