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 Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 10:47 pm
It was nearly then that the key wielder almost passed out from the pain, but before he could, he felt the warmth of the warrior. At first he couldn't recognize the large figure, but it soon came to him that it was Syric behind the armor. The energy that was transferred to him was enough to make Prinz continue on foot. He didn't anything to his companion...There was nothing to say. All he did was nod to him sternly before continuing onwards with Syric at his side. Prinz would occassionally stop and use the armor to rest, but it was only a momentary rest.
((Gah, I'm skipping the sixth floor XP))
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 1:29 am
A red blur is seen flying from the door to the fourth floor to the door of the sixth floor, Vice dashing along the ground, an angry look on his face as he hurries through the door
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