Blue Like The Moonlight
A vast, nuclear like bomb settled against the ground, flicking parts of trees, rocks and dirt in all directions, but V ducked behind the tree Blue was standing on, just barely dodging a tennis ball sized rock hauled in the direction of his neck thanks to Blue's warning.
Blue's voice echoed in his skull, almost as much as the mini-bomb. V pondered to himself, curious, and bewildered.
Pushing those thoughts aside, he reaffirmed his grip on his swords, remembering the technique Blue used against him. He sliced the joints, making them immobile, and went straight for the heart. With a deep breath, he ran out back into the field, mimicked his killer, carving the joints out of the player ahead of h
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