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Mar. 14th, 2013 03:12 amSpinning kick. Deflected. Flurry of punches. Blocked. Too much power behind the next punch. Use it.
Belial turned. His opponent kept moving forward. His opponent saw his mistake as he was making it, too late to correct. Belial had a hold of his opponent’s arm. He flung his opponent to the ground. His fist came down into his opponent’s face. The boy winced, but it was a mock blow, it didn’t connect. Belial had won.
Pull him to his feet. Stand away. Bow.
It was a series of moments too quick for the eye that stood between success and failure.
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Inspiration: Fast
Word Count: 100
Belial turned. His opponent kept moving forward. His opponent saw his mistake as he was making it, too late to correct. Belial had a hold of his opponent’s arm. He flung his opponent to the ground. His fist came down into his opponent’s face. The boy winced, but it was a mock blow, it didn’t connect. Belial had won.
Pull him to his feet. Stand away. Bow.
It was a series of moments too quick for the eye that stood between success and failure.
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Inspiration: Fast
Word Count: 100
