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| Topic Started: Mon Nov 21, 2011 1:24 pm (224 Views) | |
| Godfrey | Tue Dec 6, 2011 7:13 am Post #16 |
 
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Pain tore through his face. Yet he persevered. He was a resilient man, that was certain. Rather than indulge in Graham's desire and cry like a child in a pitiful display of weakness and fear, he slowly got to his feet, gripped his fighting knives tightly and let out a proud, defiant roar. If these were to be his final moments, he would die honorably. As a warrior, not a coward. He fell to his knees once more, and let out another pained roar. Had any mortal being other than himself been there, they would have been awe stricken. He faced his death without fear. As the vampire struck him with her spell, he flew back, dropping his fighting knives in the process. He attempted to grab onto the ledge as he tumbled over the side, but couldn't get a grip. A searing pain entered his chest, which caused him to let out another roar of agony as he plummeted down the mountain side. To the best of their knowledge, the one known as Godfrey was no more. |
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