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Caleb watched as Dakarai performed an unusual maneuver, which initially didn't make any sense until she plunged towards him with razor sharp tentacles extended. He could have tried to evade. It probably would have worked. But he wasn't in the mood for that. Instead he stepped into the attack. He...
Well there are some solutions I can't in good conscience recommend... The only one that comes to mind is a dose of NyQuil and laying down in a dark bedroom.
Oh yeah. I paint Warhammer minis (don't have time to do commissions at this stage of life) but when I look at my older work I honestly want to smash it or paint strip it.
Caleb sprung forward. His expression was stone, his will sharpened to a razor edge. His first attack was what he'd decided to call a reverse parry. He deliberately left himself open for attack, trying to draw his opponent in so he could hit them in turn. His leading hook was deliberately wider...
The next day...
Caleb stepped down the ramp to the battlefield. He cracked his knuckles, gently raising his power. He thought about Dakarai and how to fight her. She was very resilient, he'd probably have to knock her out. He believed he could do it, and if anything her resilience was a boon to...
Caleb watched the match with interest. He was intrigued at how strong Drayda and Hiro were, and thoughtful about how he would fight them. Both seemed inclined to brawl, which made him wonder if he even had to strategize. He would gladly meet either of them head to head. He smiled at the thought...
Yeah I'm just waiting too. Unless anyone wants me to pull GM fiat and advance the plot forcefully. I'd rather not but it seems I have no choice other than to let this game die.
Caleb and Sam sat down in the back of the library stacks, where few people ever went. He'd slipped his hand around her waist and pulled her close, and she'd leaned against him.
That made Caleb calm and happy. She was so sweet, gentle, and strong. She was willing to stand up to him when he...
Caleb shuddered. It took effort to keep himself under control when he was angry. He still let Sam walk him out, until they stopped in a quiet part of the building. "Th-thank you." He said quietly, his temper ebbing. "I've had to use my quirk a lot today. It gets... Painful to work with."
He...
As Sam clasped his head, Caleb saw the relief and sorrow in her eyes. What he saw cracked the stoicism he'd held to for so long. As he embraced her in return, he did not sob, but tears trickled down his face, ashamed of what he'd done but also grateful beyond words that she was there.
Then Hiro...
Caleb felt oddly glad that Kureiji could make some sort of joke. He made his voice as gentle as possible "I'm just glad you're alive. You must've made some kinda barrier on your gut before I hit you. Dakarai knows what I do to unprotected flesh." Caleb changed topics so his train of thought...
Caleb stared as Kureiji was carried away. He was shaking, desperately trying to bring his quirk under control. It hurt. Heaven above but it hurt! He staggered towards his own locker room, blood flowing from several cuts. He'd have to go to the infirmary too. He wanted to say it wasn't that bad...
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