Agony faced
Kline. The two masked assassins watched each other behind false faces. No
movement was made. Even though chaos surrounded them, neither budged an inch or
showed any notice. Kline and Agony activated their dark magic at the same time.
Then, each took their stance. Kline stood with his arms up like a boxer. Both
his hands became coated in magic as black as tar. Agony crouched down and put
her left arm forward. Dark magic coated the arm from the elbow down, creating a
razor for inflicting pain. The movement ceased. Both had been trained to finish
battles in one blow. A small gust of wind from one of the other conflicts
caused Kline’s cloak to rustle. That was the queue to begin. Agony and Kline
ran forward at each other. The claws left trails in the air that followed their
movements. Both assassins thrust forward with their attacks.
Aside from that one paragraph, I've successfully cleaned up the mess that Ryan made of the plot. With any hope, I'll be able to finish up the last of the plotting and get back to writing.
Per Dio e Onore
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