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The man called Damian

Black goop spat up Damian and his opponent. Damian fell out on his butt, quickly getting to his feet.

His opponent was still bound by his flames, rolling on the floor. Damian locked his eyes on his opponent.

"Shit!" His opponent saw the look in his eyes. It wasn't a normal one. He was facing an opponent ready to kill.

"Yosh!" He flexed his muscles and powered his way through the flames, extinguishing them.

His opponent launched himself off of the floor and landed on his feet. His black hair ran down in one braid down his face, covering most of his features, save for a single eye.

"I'm sorry kid, there's a death king that I need to deal with! Those men don't stand a chance..." Said the braided man, "... I barely stand a chance. Our only chance is to awaken that dragon to kill him," he thought to himself.

"How long?" Asked Damian. "What?" The man was confused, "how long have you been with the ORA?" Asked Damian, his face holding an unsettling intensity.

The man broke a smirk, then he sc
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