Kasurami said:
I touch them, thus sending me into a transition. When it fades back, my target is standing on the other side of a small field from me. Both of us are crouched, prepared for battle. I choose the 'battle' and 'attack' options, and I jog across the field, punch him in the chest, before jumping back. Then, he does the same thing to me. This process continues for a few minutes until I use a mana potion to restore my Magic, and use this to cast 'Fira', dealing massive damage to my target. However, he has a Potion, which he drinks to restore himself to full health. I repeat 'Fira', only for him to drink the Potion again.
...You been playing too much FFXIII again?
OT: In a hooded top and baggy jeans I wait on a bence, eyes searching for my prey. Seeing them walk bye is a hidden signal, a cry in a secret tongue. It tells me they are the next corpse on the pile. So I get up, head bowed and trainers making not a sound on the rain-soaked ground.
As he turns a corner, I feel the blade slide from my sleeve to my hand, eyeing the back of their head, heart quickened and mouth dried. I see every little detail; the shifting ripple of their hair, the whisper of their breath in the wind, the soft tred of their feet on the ground. I quicken my steps, blade keen in the night air. As we approach a side alley, I grab them, hand clamped around their mouth, and with a muffled cry I drag them down the alley, before slitting their throat. Leaving them on the ground, trembling and bleeding their lurid last, I take a deep breath, and leave. One more corpse for the pile, and one fleeting thrill.
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Wow.