remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Fireworks once more, meant to engulf, bound, or ricochet off the knives. The fringes of metal were simultaneously obliterated (he covered a laugh, a snort, a grin here too; content in chaos and destruction from time to time – like primeval instincts rising across veins and flesh), simpering down to the ground on leftover fringes of seething, burning wood. Out of some entangled mischief and rapacious, irreverent endeavors, the beast claimed his own infernal expanse again, unfurling it in rapid motions, volley after volley, miniature fireballs escalating and building as they sought to reach the Penumbra. They weren’t on airs of malice, or menacing boundaries of abhorrence or distaste; more of a game, a challenge, a goading, to see what she could come up with each time to balance out the ricocheting, entangled quandaries. Because the world wouldn’t settle, and neither could they; always twisting, always turning, always raising their powers to new heights and conflagrations. Just to have a chance at survival.
out for vengeance
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