05-25-2006, 10:05 PM
The hybrid moved swiftly. He had made a breife encounter with the bald human, and part of his mind was cursing him for the fact of it. He should of killed the cue balled schmuck when he had the chance. But that damned sheild he had.. That prooved a problem. He shrugged his shoulders and swore in his mind for not actually paying attention to the details in the echibition hall.
His feet where like springs as he leapt his way north once more. Paying the human no sense of mind.
His feet where like springs as he leapt his way north once more. Paying the human no sense of mind.


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