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Post by destroyer on Aug 5, 2008 11:45:54 GMT -5
Destroyer open the door slowly and drag himself into the small room with the regular chair and table at the corner. He's holding a towel pressed to his forehead as he walks. There're dry blood in his towel, a mark of his first match on GWH and also the first defeat to Bull Horn.
He throw himself into the chair with a deep breath. His body is aching from top to bottom..."Rusty"is the only word that passes through his mind
He's laughing a little unto himself. "Maybe I'm getting rusty after the long vacuum period away from this kind of world and it's stuffs.." He's mumbling. He closed his eyes and try to relax as his muscles are in pains and sour.
As he tried to ease his mind, an image flashed on his closed eyes. "Bull Horn..." A wrinkle show up between his eyebrows..."He's a quite strong opponent...he really know his stuffs and...his reflect is good." There're a small burst of adrenaline inside his tired body. He's opening his eyes a little and a smirk grow at the edge of his lips. "I'll chase you evil...no matter how hard you fight back...I'll chase you 'till one of us is completely destroyed..."
He put his towel back to his forehead and lied back.
[TBC anyone?]
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Post by theirishman on Sept 10, 2008 9:25:45 GMT -5
As Destroyer lays back a light knocking sound is heard on the door
The Irishman Destroyer are you in there!!! [/b][/i][/center]
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