Yall. This is just a re-boot of my original two stories I wrote on this. I really dont have an description for this shit. So if you like the Origins Crew. And like Micheals, Davids, Brandons, Ritchies, Devins, and Lucas's version of Seven Deadly Sin...
"Let's get this shit over with..." I said. Lykos chuckled psychotically. Then looked at us with crazed eyes, smiling.
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"Let's..."
Next Day:
Me and David were panting. We were extremely exhausted. We have been fighting them for about a day now. It was pretty evenly matched, to be honest. Until we finally beat them. Lykos was the hardest to beat out of them.
Kirito and Beatrix went down easily. Which is kinda surprising considering the damage done on Kyo. We tried to keep Kyo out of the battle, the best we could. But there were sometimes, we just couldn't protect him. He honestly was the worst out of us.
He had a bunch of stab wounds all over. He had dirt and debris all over him, and he was lying on the ground, next to a pile of rubble. That would have hit him, if I hadn't flown over to move him. Causing myself a little damage too.
He had also broken a few ribs, and bones, because of me and David accidentally running into him. But listen! It wasn't on purpose! I swear! We were being thrown around like rag dolls. We couldn't exactly control where we were going.
My injuries weren't as bad as Kyo's. But they were still pretty bad. I had a big gash on my side from Beatrix's knife. I also had 4 broken ribs. AND On Top of it all, I had broken my wing when protecting Kyo from the rubble.
God. I made him sound worse than Kyo. I swear. I didn't want everyone worrying about Brandon over Kyo. Kyo's nearly dead. So worry about him! (God that sounds terrible) Continue on.
David didn't have as many scars as I did. He had some minor cuts and scrapes, but nothing severe. The most severe he had was a cut in his arm. Deep enough to see his bones. I'm pretty sure he can't use it. But other than that, there wasn't much damage.
I grabbed my side in pain. My hand got soaked in blood. I slid down the wall. My blood stained the walls, as I slid down it.
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David ran over to me. He squatted in front of me, with a worried look. He reached his hand out, to put pressure onto my wound. I swatted his hand away. He hovered for a second, then pulled it back. I looked at him.
