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XLV.III Law of Conservation
Without even an ounce of care on the state of my undress, I sprinted across the forest with sword in hand and a bone to pick with anybody I might come across. Every forceful step I took alleviated some of the burning rage welling up inside me; like a burst of flame erupting from the soles of my feet that somehow reduced some of the pressure threatening to make me explode. But it wasn't enough. No...

I knew I needed something to hit and take all of this frustration out of. And fucking fast before I burn up from my own rage!

Breathing hot and heavy as I left the twins in the dust, I hurriedly ran towards the treeline; my eyes practically scanning everything I came across for any sign or hint of an enemy I could hit with my metal stick. The burning hatred flowing through my body threatened to explode on me; the amalgamation of emotions that I sorely didn't want to feel right now
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