The second molve turned to the boy, that had obliviously collided with its behind. He was slumped against the wall, clutching a sharp object in one hand, the other holding the back of his head while squinting in undeniable pain. The sight produced a slice of pity, and the molve couldn't help feeling sorry for him, so instead of ending the test at that moment it backed off a few feet to growl threateningly in his direction, giving him a chance to get his head back in the game.Ronan pulled himself to his feet, looking at his palm now streaked with fresh blood. The molve barked and snarled viciously as he heard the responding howls of the other five. He turned to face his enemy, it was a fortress, plated with raw impregnable stone stretching all the way from its head to the tip of its clubbed tail. Except it's broad chest, where its stone skin cracked open to reveal that beautiful orange light, the core of its animation, its weakness.At least, that was what he hoped.Ronan's dagger war
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