" 𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗜 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲."
- 𝐘/𝐍
You are a member of the Ackerman Clan - an ancient and powerful group of fighters with exceptional physical abilities. But what really sets you apart...
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I held his arm, and I tightened it.
He stood for a moment, only for a moment. He was surprised at first that I suddenly grabbed his arm. "Brat, let go of me-" he said shaking his arm, but I refused to let go. I tightened it harder, and harder, to the point that I heard cracks for his arm crushed coming from my little hand. He screamed at the top of his lungs and his face was contorting in agony.
"What's going on- woah!" The other man said. He went down to the ground trying to bear the agony he felt from his crushed arm. "This brat broke my arm; I can't move it!" He cried out, trying to hold the pain. My foot is sliding down which breaks the wood. Tightening it harder and harder.
Making lore crackling sounds. The man screams in agony and pain "Kill her!"
"No! Don't do it! We need her!" The man replied.
"Why the hell do we need her, she's dangerous at this type of age!" He yells. " Quickly make her unconscious!"
A man raced to me. I suddenly grabbed both of his arms and crushed them with only one clutch. He fell on the floor moving everywhere his arms bleeding out. But as soon as I turned around, the man punched me hard enough to knock me out.
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