JustinCase
the magical equivalent to the number zero
Sobec keeps running, using the grenade blast's momentum to propel himself, and his fist, into the other vesk's face. The sound of the bandit's painful grunt and the satisfying crunch of impact, are music to Sobec's ear holes.
The tiny star around him starts to elongate somewhat, taking a vaguely axelike shape but far smaller than a real weapon, as if waiting for Sobec to grab it and fulfil its potential.
The tiny star around him starts to elongate somewhat, taking a vaguely axelike shape but far smaller than a real weapon, as if waiting for Sobec to grab it and fulfil its potential.
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