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Sombra laughed, conjuring a mirage of Brisk and killing it. Bolt stored anger and began smoking and steaming
A dark figure appeared from the singed army. Brisk had only hindered him. Bolt was enraged. Brisk was dead to no avail. "I swear to you, Brisk. He...
"Face hell!" The dragon boomed, raining fire on the army that had served loyally under Sombra
"Thanks." Bolt said. He smiled and stuck his tongue out
Bolt hugged her and smiled.
Bolt walked outside, a huge smile on his face. He kissed Lace on the cheek. "What'cha drawing?" He asked curiously
(Gotta go)
"Yeah." Bolt said, wincing.
Bolt bit the blade, how he usually tested them, and slit his tounge a bit. "Damnit. I am such an idiot." He said, mouth dripping blood. He swung...
Bolt shook his head. "I wouldn't be able to help you fight." He gasped.
"Hmm...I'm out of ideas..." Bolt said, frowning
"Hey, any time you need it, my shoulder is here for you. Happy or otherwise." Bolt said, nuzzling her back.
Bolt tightened his grip as well. "I can't argue with that!" He laughed.
"I'm crowding you, aren't I?" Bolt asked softly, beginning to loosen his grip.
Bolt just reassuringly wrapped his arms around her. He rocked her slightly to make her a bit calmer. He wasn't sure what else to do.
The jet formed the shape of a dragon.
"No need to be afraid. I'll show you the ropes. And maybe when you're comfortable we can go more advanced." Bolt assured, smiling.
"Why?" Bolt asked, still calming her
"It's fine. You're stressed out." Bolt said.
All of the sudden a jet of fire visible from the next country shot into the sky, as Bolt released his rage.
