Luke tosses the pine cone behind him. His coat's fur collar, still bloody from the stab wound, is stained red at the side of his neck. His hands go inside the coat's pocket. His face shows pure boredom, "I found it funner in the Underworld than here..."
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Damian lifts his arm, so it blocks the kick. When the kick connects, his feet drag into the dirt, trying to keep him from falling. He regains his footing and he thrusts his sword at Sephora's stomach.
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(I really want to apply some logic in that... But I can't think straight at the moment so whatever.)Sephora: *blocks your attack then round house you in the head*
Damian lifts his arm, so it blocks the kick. When the kick connects, his feet drag into the dirt, trying to keep him from falling. He regains his footing and he thrusts his sword at Sephora's stomach.
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