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"Wanna c-c-come stay with my w-wife and I?" He offered.
(Brisk disappeared, correct?) He sighed. "D-Do you t-two have a p-place to stay?" Narrowleaf asked.
Narrowleaf chuckled nervously. "My w-wife is a ch-changeling, but she's on our s-s-side." He said.
Narrowleaf jumped in fright. "Y-Yeah. Are you?"
"Are y-you hurt, Rainn? Brisk and I h-have some b-bandages at h-home." Replied Narrowleaf.
"It's n-no problem. M-My name's N-N-Narrow. Wh-What's your n-name?" He asked.
"Hey, miss. It's alright. C-C-Come d-down." Narrowleaf called, slashing at a changeling.
"N-No, I'm s-sorry." He replied. (It's fine.)
"Ow!! That hurts!" Narrowleaf cried. "I'm on your side, ya stupid mare!" He paused. "I'm s-sorry for sayin' that."
Narrowleaf's free will snapped back to him. Dropplets of his blood returned to him, forming a large black blade.
The stallion screamed out. It was a routine assignment. Collect more souls, become powerful so he didn't have to be scared. "This one... He's...
"My blood is black, y'know." Narrowleaf said to the stallion. He drew a black blade from seemingly nowhere. "Don't fight. I don't know how to deal...
(Wait, you're killing them BOTH?!?! And I thought I was evil.)
Punch. Because *Peter Parker scream*.
Character: Narrowleaf Powers: Able to weaponize his blood. Gadgets: None. Weaknesses: Scared by almost everything. Mentally and physically...
"You're a weak fool." Narrowleaf heckled.
"Nah." Narrowleaf lied. "...Just get it over with. The Order just told me to make these apararions, anyways."
Narrowleaf managed to survive. "...Wh-Where's Sprite?" He asked, disoriented.
"Th-That's just what w-we want, Bolt." Narrowleaf mumbled.
"I said k-k-kill me... Not blow me apart." Narrowleaf taunted.
