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Of Foils “We’re you always this bad?” Kamen asked almost petulantly. He scratches the back of his head with his free hand, now fully understanding Rei’s adamant order to use dulled foils in duels with Artemis. He would have quartered her several times over had they used their own personal weapons, Necrosis and Chaos respectively. Artemis purses her lips and huffs, nearly throwing down her own foil as she straightens out her white fencing jacket and pulls her visor up to rest on the top of her head, “If you weren’t so capricious I’d have a better chance.” He scowled at her, “Artemis, I&r

Of Foils “We’re you always this bad?” Kamen asked almost petulantly. He scratches the back of his head with his free hand, now fully understanding Rei’s adamant order to use dulled foils in duels with Artemis. He would have quartered her several times over had they used their own personal weapons, Necrosis and Chaos respectively. Artemis purses her lips and huffs, nearly throwing down her own foil as she straightens out her white fencing jacket and pulls her visor up to rest on the top of her head, “If you weren’t so capricious I’d have a better chance.” He scowled at her, “Artemis, I&r

I was in a swimming competition, and I had won the previous year (I suck at swimming, just throwing that out there), but this year I was out of shape, and the other girl was good. Really good. It was a square pool, and we circled it, pressing a pad at each of the corners to clock our speeds. I don't know how many pads I hit, or how many times I was going around. I just swam, I couldn't breathe, but I couldn't stop. I just kept hitting the pads as I got to them. Then I began to notice that I was getting to the pads just a few seconds before the other girl. When I got to the last pad, I hit it and tore off my goggles just as the other girl hit

The Final Commission of Bastian Freeman Prologue It was barely two in the morning and already it had been a night from hell. Bastian had snuck into his own house for what would be only a few short hours. He would have to hurry back to his 'employer' before they became too curious over whether or not he had succeeded in his most recent job. He had been successful despite the cracked skull and abundance of blood. The triumph was not so sweet this time, it left him with a bitter uncertainty about the sort of people his line of work had lead him to deal with. For the first time in his life he had allowed himself to become the hunted rather th