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Kyle stared down at Taro and felt the blood in his mouth, he spat his mouthful of blood at Taro's head. "No not really but it takes you so long to figure it out" Kyle said and cough trying to stuck in a mouthful of air and spitting out more blood.
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"Disgusting," Taro growled and wiped the blood off on his shoulder. "You're weakening, aren't you?" Taro laughed a little and struggled to roll on top of Kyle instead.
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"Ew," Rilo muttered and cringed slightly at the sight. "Angel mentioned something about him having weak lungs. If he continues fighting though, it could kill him."
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"What?!" Rui cried. Lina glanced at Rui, "Im going to get Kyle out of there, an off Trao. I need you to keep taro...well...lets just say 'on his feet' while I make sure Kyle is ok." Rui nooded. Lina ran over to Kyle, "Let go of Taro." She cammanded in a dead cold voice.
Kyle coughed and glanced up his eyes dull and then looked down at Taro watching as his fingers let go one at a time. He yanked himself away from Taro stumbling into Lina and collapsing at her feet.
[color=#800000]ANYONE PLEASE RP WITH ME >.<[color]
I have been T h e M o n k e y, and かすむ don't steal any of them!
Taro took in a deep breath when Kyle's grip on his neck was broken. He got up to his feet, rubbing his neck. "And now the poor thing can't get up," he growled and moved back to Angel's side. "Should we retreat for the time being?" he asked her quietly. He was ready to whistle for Wryth to take care of at least one priestess if they weren't.
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