the commander smirked commander: no wonder legion begged us a few more days. He had faith in you. don't make it a mistake twice. the commander walked over to legion's hands and picked them up Commander: what's your name again kid? libra: wow, when legion install this? lacky: i think it was after that incident in that world where time didn't matter Libra: oh yeah, i hated that place
Library: iniciating dimentional restraints
you have some rather overdramatic clones libra: it doesn't matter, vlademir always enjoyed reading rather then be on clean up duty
libra: you know you only sent him back home right?
the libra who appeared to me the commander walked up inches from Mixt's face commander: you truly think you can save this world?
the charred libra did a flip in the air, landed on his feet and began to peel of his burnt flesh. meat: still unimpressed
Libra: of couse it is. we have tried your methods in the past. in the end, the body count grows exponentially.
the blades shattered the meaty libra smirked meat head: i am afraid good sir that all power and techniques aquired through this knowledge center and database will be null and void in this bout. it appears that you are the dumb one here
libras: not everything, only this cluster a rather beefy libra grabbed Raxtion by the neck and chucked him across the room Libra meat head: kay, we got past you
Libras: we already know the feeling. we also know that sometimes you don't have a choice. either way, we didn't come for you. we came for the weapons
dude. it isn't gross or anything.
Libras in unison: so tell us? what was it like to kill in cold blood?
Libra: run little rabbit run! but where to?
Libra: don't have to
one of the libra's sent out a wind pulse that slammed Raxtion against a wall Libra: spunky, no wonder Rose didn't kill you
ya, rly. i could show you a pic if you want
???#3: less talk more fight the whole castle began to quake
???#3: of course, our commander didn't collect any information on you or your group
???#2: interesting turn of events
there were three libras waiting ???: stange, no one is suppose to be here
