Laran lay, sprawled over the floor. He lifted his head weakly, only to see a razor sharp end of Acquiesance mere centimetres from his sweat-encrusted face.

"Time to die. Bloodlust Cero." A glowing red beam emanated from the sword, as the shadowy figure fed more and more arcane energy into the attack.

Laran's brain screamed at him. Move! Move now or you're a dead man! Rejection echoed those thoughts, but even the mighty spirit hadn't any energy left to synchronize with Laran.

Trying to lift himself off the floor, he only succeeded in crashing against the cold marble surface. The ice-cold sensation of the floor spread throughout him, foreshadowing the arctic touch death would soon bring.

"Goodbye." He whispered, as he closed his eyes in anticipation of his fate.
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It just popped into my mind as I was writing a little of chapter 10. This scene may or may not happen, entirely depending on my PMS mood. Private Me Situation. I guess that means according to how i feel.

Today was crap.

Maths TA was hard. Minus 3 marks le.

Got Booked.

Lost 3/3 matches. Team that had me lost consistently, so sorry i guess.

Uncovered two more blisters on my feet when the previous one hadnt even healed. Whee.

Lost my waterbottle.

Oh, and I for some reason couldnt finish my dinner. I hate not finishing stuff.

Good stuff:

Goin Vietnam instead of India.
NTT school, dunno whats the full name.

Quite confirmed im an overpronator. Its a running term for basically, not having much of an arch on your feet. So i need to find shoes better suited i guess.

End of summary crap.

For some reason, today i just wasnt in a good mood. Well, I suddenly thought of the fact that I'm being too damn nice. Wtf, people keep asking me for favours, and complain when I don't want to help them out. And I don't like physical violence, which is why i try and avoid getting into conflicts. But sometimes I just break and get into a fight. I've shown better self-control as of the last 8 months or so. No fighting at all this year, but if people keep pissing me off, I'm afraid I'l like whack someone.

Poetry through the Ages is seriously....you guys should know.