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On cue, Jade gave a pained whimper. “Please, help me,” Jade said, feigning injury. “I… I think I broke my leg.” “That’s not my problem,” the guard said, barely glancing at Jade. He laid down the bowl of rice gruel on the floor and turned to leave. “Wait!” Jade rushed forward and grabbed the guard’s leg. “Please… I think the wound has festered.” The guard wriggled his leg away from Jade’s grip and turned to face her. “What do you mean the wound has festered?” he said, clearly irritated. “What the hell are you—”

Opened a straight shot from me to Lila. Ten minutes. Maybe ten left till my body quit for good. Till my heart quit. Till doom grabbed me. Ten minutes to trek the amphitheater. To hit Lila. To shut this down. I got walking. Each stride torment. Each shift agony. Each breath tougher than prior. But I pressed. 'Cause that's Alphas. Warriors. Folks who won't tap out. Warriors spotted me going. Spotted me aiming for Lila. They widened the route. Made sure zilch blocked. Made sure I could hit my mark.

Finally, I stopped. “You think you’re ready,” I said, my voice sharp, cutting across the field. “You think holding a blade or having claws makes you warriors but It doesn’t. Warriors bleed, warriors fall, warriors break and still get back up. That’s the only difference between a fighter and a corpse.” A few of them shifted uneasily. The young boy, Lior, Zack had told me his name, stood straighter than the rest, though his fists trembled at his sides.

The way my heart beats right now is a perfect description of how scared I am of whoever will stand behind me. The Warriors were all the same. there wasn't a single thing different from the other. They were driven mad by the desire of power. Power that they would obviously never acquire. Brian was right. The Warriors are nothing different from us. They have afterall only been a rank higher than ours. Nothing extra. Nothing different. But why can I not move? Why can't I run? Why am I standing here like a useless doll waiting to be controlled? Waiting to serve! When I find the strength to pry one foot step after another, the voice comes yet again; with the same horse and demanding tone. “ Stop

"I wish you success, Warrior. Truly." Rhychard didn't know what to say, so he chose to say nothing. Instead, he stared back at the sword and, with determination, lowered the shields he had constructed between him and the Guardian Sword. Flames engulfed him immediately, causing him to cry out. He reached for the sword, throwing himself at it the way Kree taught him to throw up shields to protect his mind. He heard the other Warriors screaming, voices he recognized since he first touched the sword, the souls of the Warriors who gripped the sword before him.

Their memories we'll keep alive, And we'll fight on, till the war is won. The enemy may be strong and fierce, But we'll never give up the fight. For we are warriors, brave and true, And we'll defend our land with all our might. So let the winds of war blow strong, And let the battle rage on. We'll stand our ground and fight till the end, For our honor, our freedom, our way. As he ran, he continued to sing… tears streaming down his face but not seeming to drag him back even at the slightest:

Who creates one for him I will win I will too win A space in place A place in space I will also win To capture the wind from dust To dust the wind away To know the logic in reason To capture the throne where people stay It’s all for you My mind says My thoughts stay To repeat life new For me, for my earth’s stay This is a thought’s play Or me I don’t know who cannot spare Me being simple And earth being fair How much I wish to count The stars that make no sound The ones which are mine I wish to know them Redefine Dimensions of music Abilities insane Driving happiness within Going beyond sun rays This is life This is life for me I will rejoice fo begin I will begin with joy I know I can stand

Even the Sect Master wasn't able to comprehend the Dao of Battle, such was it's level of difficulty. " If I keep pushing her to her extremes maybe it'll help her, she seems to be quite gifted in this area noting that she's from a battle tribe. I can't wait for her to mature so we'll have a real spar." Elder Mei spoke with fervour in her eyes as she displayed a yearning look in her eyes as she observed Yaoyao.... Arhhhhhh! Yaoyao was uncouncious as she had appeared in an alternate space, it seemed memories of her ancient past had awoken, she watched the stories unfold and that was where she had began to understand that she could actually absorb this purple Aura.

They stood tall, ready to face the hordes of darkness that threatened their realm. With a final nod of reassurance, Aric raised his sword high, its gleaming blade catching the sunlight. The symphony's melodies coursed through him, empowering his every movement. "Forward, my comrades! Let our melodies of courage and righteousness ring out across the battlefield! Today, we defend our home, our people, and the symphony's enduring legacy!" The warriors let out a resounding cry, their melodies intertwining as they surged forward. The ground trembled beneath their feet as they charged toward the oncoming forces of darkness, their melodies of defiance and hope piercing the air.

“You’re wasting your time. If you don’t want to die in this pack, get your little puppets and leave. Or else, I’ll destroy you.” “Haha,” Silas laughed like a maniac. “You? Destroy me? Have you seen my army?” “Who cares about your fucking army? You’re such a coward that you had to dip your fingers in evil in hopes of winning tonight, but that won’t work. Because I’m going to kill you," I snapped. ‘Warriors, capture the enemy,’ I roared through the mindlink. ‘Protect the Luna. Give this fight your all’ ‘Yes, Alpha!’