Reaver is back?
Before you read this story, know that I'm bad at grammar. I usually tell my communication arts teacher that her hair is pretty before we take a test so I get a better grade.
Sparrow pounded the blade with his hammer as he was forging swords at the Bloodstone blacksmith. He kept his well water on his workspace table. Every time he hit the blade, the crowd around him gasped in awe. The whole crowd was begging for autographs.
"Your really great," Adam the boy said "This must be why they call you a hero."
There was suddenly a loud gunshot! Sparrow's well water suddenly burst into a million pieces and there was a break in the cheering from the villagers. The villagers made way for a well known shooter by the name of Reaver. He blew the smoke from his gun that came from his perfect shot.
"A hero?" He spat "Don't make me laugh -- he's nothing more than a weak fool! He is old, and is weak by now but I've stayed young. Is this what you have become, a part-time blacksmith?" Sparrow, a man of few words pulled out his gun and shot his gun right off his hand and into the ocean.
"Could a hero do this?" Sparrow remarked. Sparrow held on tight to his Staff of Wrath. He used his time control abilities to sneak up behind Reaver for a sneak attack to only find himself flat on the ground as Reaver used his trusty Clockwork Pistol.
Sparrows four legged faithful companion bit Reaver right in the groin. Reaver was left screaming for mercy and face bright red. He hopped on one foot to ease the pain but Sparrow only needed to push Reaver as gently as possible for him to fall over begging on his knees for mercy.
"Your life is now in my power!" Sparrow laughed.
"No . . . maybe we can negotiate a deal?" Sparrow took his Daichi out and stabbed him once. Then twice. Then three times. Then eight times. All of Bloodstone loved him then and he was able to blast all of the evil and prostitutes into Wraithmarsh.
The end.
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Before you read this story, know that I'm bad at grammar. I usually tell my communication arts teacher that her hair is pretty before we take a test so I get a better grade.
Sparrow pounded the blade with his hammer as he was forging swords at the Bloodstone blacksmith. He kept his well water on his workspace table. Every time he hit the blade, the crowd around him gasped in awe. The whole crowd was begging for autographs.
"Your really great," Adam the boy said "This must be why they call you a hero."
There was suddenly a loud gunshot! Sparrow's well water suddenly burst into a million pieces and there was a break in the cheering from the villagers. The villagers made way for a well known shooter by the name of Reaver. He blew the smoke from his gun that came from his perfect shot.
"A hero?" He spat "Don't make me laugh -- he's nothing more than a weak fool! He is old, and is weak by now but I've stayed young. Is this what you have become, a part-time blacksmith?" Sparrow, a man of few words pulled out his gun and shot his gun right off his hand and into the ocean.
"Could a hero do this?" Sparrow remarked. Sparrow held on tight to his Staff of Wrath. He used his time control abilities to sneak up behind Reaver for a sneak attack to only find himself flat on the ground as Reaver used his trusty Clockwork Pistol.
Sparrows four legged faithful companion bit Reaver right in the groin. Reaver was left screaming for mercy and face bright red. He hopped on one foot to ease the pain but Sparrow only needed to push Reaver as gently as possible for him to fall over begging on his knees for mercy.
"Your life is now in my power!" Sparrow laughed.
"No . . . maybe we can negotiate a deal?" Sparrow took his Daichi out and stabbed him once. Then twice. Then three times. Then eight times. All of Bloodstone loved him then and he was able to blast all of the evil and prostitutes into Wraithmarsh.
The end.
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