Now hit the warrior in the face throwing him away.
was fast, the warrior thought to be lost.
Shadow urged jumping again to overwhelm the warrior landed.
raised his arm to spring up in an act of despair. Terror devoured him.
ping. A sparkling green. A "Legacy" interposed between the enemy and landed.
The shadow retreated for a while.
The warrior stood up and took the correct position. He lifted his finger and shouted to the stars.
"This time I do it myself!" Even if only their was not.
The shield disappeared, a spear Red took his place and was hurled with great force.
dodged the Shadow, was too fast, but he tore something from it. The mere proximity to the pure wood that had torn.
expressionless as always the shadow of the shooting attack. To score two shots and ducked by a hair a shot of the sword that the red sunset hours warrior clutched in his hands.
Two small lights lit up the warrior, wiping his face fatigue and pain of the previous rounds.
Shadow would not give in and the wind speed would have envied the warrior who took the neck at that time challenged a weapon too long for close combat.
tried wriggling to break free from the socket. The shadow of the warrior hurled with great force in the air, waited a moment and changed his arm into something sharp instrument to pierce the warrior.
Something struck the tip. Something small and fast. A .45 caliber
The warrior was several meters from the ground, enviable sported butterfly wings made of nothing but the blue glow.
two pistols in his fingers, an S & W sigma and HI Capa 4.3
On the head of aviator goggles.
emptied two magazines to hit the shadow, which However, darting here and there, dodging each blow. Losing a bit 'self whenever he was even touched by one of the shots of the warrior.
Shadow to attack the warrior multiplied by many, was hit by two clones that forced him to land blurring wings.
is released through a controlled explosion by the two and the other copies were quickly removed from the heavy rain of bullets and grenades, as an expert on heavy infantry, tossed here and there among the groups of enemies. He went
bold shade that now had become small.
He pointed the gun against it.
The frenzy of the battle, once again, he had cheated. The shadow is stronger than fact, when we are blinded.
regained consciousness he was on the ground, legs locked and the shadow above saying that drooling and snarling black darkness.
As children in the face of bad dreams, the warrior he closed his eyes, hoping to disappear. Instead
could hear him still there, heavy, very heavy.
As often happened when he was lying on the ground, he looked to the stars.
shook his head, not a sign of desperation, but denial of aid that the stars wanted to offer him.
"I have a mother who will help me ... And the mothers are tenacious"
blinked and a light, daughter of lightning itself, the warrior's eyes lit up and erased the shadow above him.
Everything returned to normal.
The warrior lying on the ground injured and in pain, unable to move.
on his chest, he noticed something that was hidden in shadow.
A small mirror, where for the first time in years, saw his face. A face worn by years of battles useless and useful. Corroded by the salt of tears and laughter marked by dimples. Eye, which had learned to smile in years.
"That's me."
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