Stylx strolled along the woods in order to clear his head, he had strayed away from the starlights camp but was still within calling distance. The image of a crying Nephla was still in his mind, he had brushed aside Leinad to the huge surprise of everyone there with the free stream flow move, he was lifted up by Leinad and when he attempted to smash him into the dust, Stylx swung his torso got him by the waist and tossed him in the dust instead then with a jump that had his two legs held back by his hands, he had sent his knees crashing into Leinad's belly. The huge guy let out cries as he wriggled in pains across the arena but that was not what was troubling. It was the final face off that had him fighting Nephla that filled his mind, somehow he didn't face her for the lady that she was but rather he held nothing back in the combat. Nephla had given him a fight of his life but when she thought that she had gotten him well in her grasp Stylx locked her in to a neck choke with both l
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