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"I'm not your protégé, if I understood that correctly."
"Kun? You speak to me as a Japonese stallion to a colt. Why?"
"Not going to shake mine?"
"Pleasure to meet you." Azrael extended his hoof. "But I'm not so washed up at 67 to require a guard."
Maya, Dusty and Raven had gone inside to gather up gifts before heading home. "Edmond?" Azrael tilted his head. "Are you meant to be my bodyguard?"
"So Arch," Azrael continued, "I refuse your offer. She comes back, and she will be yet another victim."
(Next time, if the owner's character gets attacked, please stop and wait at some point afterwards for the owner to react. At this point, you don't...
(There's been so many turns since that ONE attack towards Azrael that no move I made would make sense. *squee!*, guys, gimme a sec.)
"It is. But he is strong. Stronger than I thought. Some rest is all he needs."
"If you want a 'true display of power', then you step up. Otherwise, I'm helping to make sure he gets to bed, and then reading a book."
"Mat would die at this point," Azrael said bluntly. "Why else do you think I removed my magic?"
Asmo rolled his eyes. "It was an agreed upon, no hard feelings, for fun, organized--And you leave before you can stop looking down on us savage...
Dusty scratched his head some. "He just made a crater with Azrael's body. On his own. Incredible, even if he did lose." Maya lowly nodded, clearly...
"That would make a boring rise." Azrael helped him stand.
Azrael stared for a moment and sighed. He extended his hoof to Mat, offering to help him up. "Well-fought..."
He was. The Streak was not ending so soon. Though his face was now bleeding formaldehyde, he stood up do his hooves with a throaty growl, looking...
Azrael gritted his teeth and ate the dirt, grunting at the impact as he was slammed head-first into the ground by the wrestler pony. Afterwards,...
Azrael winced and loosed his grip, allowing a spit second to slip away.
Azrael let out small grunts at the first three slams. "Not... going to... happen!" As he was carried straight into the air, he looked genuinely...
Azrael caught his hoof, fell back, and quickly locked him in a tight gogoplata hold. "Tap out pass out, Liger!"
