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Tacaeus felt a sharp pain pierce is shoulder as Toko slashed his dagger in a sharp rage.
Ow! . . . You . . . you little Punk!
Tacaeus jumped to his feet and began slashing his sword repetitively. By the fake look on the Archangel's face, Toko thought Tacaeus was trying his best. Toko smiled with glee.
Toko," Is that all you got, you angel loser?!"
Tacaeus was still slashing, and Toko was avoiding every attack with ease.
Well . . .
He paused.
No, not really.
With the spead of light, Tacaeus lunged and slashed at the assasin. Toko felt overwhelmed. Tacaeus took pity and stopped.
This just isn't fair . . .
He pointed his blade to a wall and shot it out. The blade pierced teh wall partly, and stuck in it. Toko was confused by this.
Here, this will work better!
Two shining daggers unsheethed out of Tacaeus' armour. They were attached to the side of his hand, so again his fingers were free.
[OOC]That's all I'm going to do for now . . . I'm not really in teh mood, and I have to leave soon.[/OOC]
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