User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-5015799-20150122195345

Hell Phonix: "Get out of my sight before I cleave you in two"

Dapples: "Now wouldn't that be ironic? Defeat the unholy with the unholy. You're pretty unholy yourself right now!"

Hell Phoenix was unsure what to make of his nemesis' words.

Hell Pohoenix: "Right now?"

''Dapples snapped his fingers and Phoenix's wounds from his battle with the Crimson Cowl suddenly reopened. Hell Phoenix quickly fell to his knees.''

Hell Phoenix: "Urk!"

Dapples: "Hurts like Hell, doesn't it? It really hurts"

Dapples excitedly clapped his hands together.

Dapples: "So! Wanna take out your anger on some crooks?"

Hell Phoenix: "Ngh... You think I'll kill someone just 'cause I'm angry?"

Dapples: "Come on! If you ain't gonna teach 'em a lesson, who's gonna protect sweet lidl' Freeheart?"

Hell Phoenix snapped.

Hell Phoenix: "If you get even near her-!"

Dapples: "Relax! I ain't gonna harm her. I promise!

I can't guarantee others won't... Heh heh heh heh heh..."

Dapples smiled gleefully for a few moments, before continuing.

Dapples: "After all, she don't have a healin' factor like you do. Besides, you feed off of sins, killing is a sin. You get where I'm goin' with this? Don't ya wanna get stronger?"

Hell Phoenix: "You know just as well that I've reached my limit"

Dapples: "But that hasn't!"

''Dapples pointed at Phoenix's sword. He hated to admit it, but Dapples had a point. At this moment, the wounds rehealed.''

Hell Phoenix: "There's enough sins in this world. I don't need to make more"

--

Lady Deadpone: "Hey! Wait for us!"

The Deadpone Corps jumped into position and were ready to bolt after Dazzling.

--

Deadpone: "I see. Oy! Look at the time, Hokum! Looks like we have to go"

--

"Would it be fair if I judged your species by one individual's actions? Besides, you really don't have a choice. Oh, and please speak through your mind. We can't afford having her report to Bloodstorm"

''The symbiote continued to bonding process. If Gale were to sharpen his senses, he would feel that the bonding didn't feel like forcing. Imstead, it felt more like something that wanted to help.''

--

The large silhouette shook his head.

"Nothin'. Looks like that tip was a goddamn false trail. I really hate those"

The skinny silhouette nodded.

"Agreed. This place is as silent as the graveyard"

The large silhoutte looked around.

"Well, no metal tentacles here. Guess we'll call it a day, go back to the office and hope we don't have to sit on our asses all day"

The skinny silhouette nodded again.

"Quite"