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« on: January 29, 2019, 09:57:02 AM »
At that moment the footage of a competitor being shot was playing on the scroll, the sound of Ergia's gunfire coming out quietly from the scroll, briefly after which a small commotion begun when a boy behind them drew his weapons in response.
That boy had long black hair that covered one of his deep purple eyes. he was wearing a black coat with a red fur lining to help deal with the cold, on his shoulder was a cracked white fang mask.
The wolf ears atop his head had heard one of the many sounds that had been haunting his nightmares for the past year and his twin blades had come flying from the holders at his hips into his hands.
He was snarling and frantically searching for the source of the sound.