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Abnormal-Child	Jun 12 2008, 07:52 PM
Administrator Posts: 538 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: April 13, 2008	Logan drove forward with his shoulder, letting it knock below his foes ribs as he dropped down low, his sword tip clipping the ground as he moved, cutting s groove in the dirt. With a grunt the man buckled over, his wind knocked out of him as he was stuck hard in the stomach. With a stagger he regained his footing and rose his mace above his head and struck it down hard at Logan but luckily the blow was clumsy and misdirected. The lump of street cracked against his shoulders armour, buckling the metal into his shoulder and pressing the armour into his flesh. A sudden voice arose from close by crying for them to stop. There was little time to pay attention, seeing as his foe was currently doubled over him, his weapon ready to strike once again if given the chance. Skull crushed to a pump, left in the street for the dogs. With a roar of his own he threw himself upright, letting the top of his head crack under the mans chin and tumbling over with a mouth full of blood and a few broke teeth. Rushing around him, his fire elemental bolted toward the fallen foe and threw itself toward him with all its blazing strength but was suddenly destroyed in a explosion of furious flames which were thrown back in Logan’s direction. Shielding his face and body best he could, he was momentarily engulf in flames from the destruction of his elemental. Luckily he had only suffered a few burns and only part of his right sleeve had caught a light. In a which attempted to save himself, he stagger away and grasped the binding of his armour and released the catches, letting the heated metal clash to the floor. He held tight hold of his blade while he tore at his right sleeve and finally tore it free, revealing area’s of damaged flesh, some burned other holding older scars. Grinning his teeth in pain he returned his gaze toward his foe who was clambering to his feet and stank of void magic, someone had a few tricks under their sleeve.


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