Part 7 Training Day (Italics mean thought)

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I fell backwards just in time for the scythe to miss my throat by a few inches. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING" I screamed. "Come on Dominic get pissed off, thats how you use your blood" He said as he cut both of my wrists. "Ahhh, god dammit." I screamed. This guy is really starting to piss me off I need a sword or something if I want to actually do some damage. He said I need to have a cut so my blood can escape. Worth a shot other wise he'll slice me in half. Wait if I'm a reaper shouldn't have a scythe. SCYTHE. SCYTHE. Come on dammit. "If you're trying to summon a weapon you need to name it and you can't half ass the name " the grim finally interrupting the silence. Name my weapon. What should I name a scythe? "The whole summon speech will come to you once you name it" he said.

Will be continuing soon an suggestions for the weapon name

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⏰ Last updated: May 10, 2015 ⏰

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