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Don't own anything, sorry.
T.T
"Heh…You are bad little boys…Out past your bedtime" With every step he took, he could feel the maniac power within him well up. "You should be punished"
Oh, the glee he would feel after ripping those boys apart. He could hardly wait. His beloved sword raised above his head…
…and shattered.
He looked around madly. Then he turned to the witch behind him. Barely hanging on, she looked almost dead. The witch shouted at the reason for her demise to save themselves.
Oh, I wasn't thorough enough he mused. Oh well. He had time to finish it. The threats, none of which were meant empty, flowed from his mouth with ease. "Let's put you out of your misery!"
