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The Scythe Kusari - Chapter 7 Angel could feel her panic rising. She was so horribly confused. Candy was the liar in all this, she thought weakly. Angel had fallen into the trap, and like a caught rabbit, she was helpless. She tried desperately to break the bonds Lance had trapped her with, but it was to no avail.
She heard the crossbow fire, and strained to see what had happened. She exhaled in relief. Candy was toying with Lance. She had shot above his shoulder, right into the brick wall. The bolt had gone a few inches into it. The dark energy Angel thought.
Angel struggled, desperately wishing to help Lance and break the bonds surrounding her. Suddenly her Tentou Saiken glowed, emitting a white light. It overshadowed the spell Lance had created, and suddenly Angel felt lighter. The bonds were slowly disintegrating.
She moved slowly, her back aching from her unexpected tackle. Neither Candy
The Scythe Kusari - Chapter 6 Angel turned as the boy got up, but he didn't seem to want to fight her. "Don't listen to her lies," he warned. He seemed truthful, but Angel was on her guard.
Angel ignored his statement and instead replied, "You're really weak."
She thought she saw a flicker of anger in the boy's eyes before he growled, "You just caught me by surprise."
Angel tensed and said "You can't go around claiming innocent lives! I'm going to capture you on behalf of my father. I don't know exactly what you did in Hateshinai, but I do know what you did here. Even if it's okay where you came from, robbery isn't okay here."
Angel tried her best to sound intimidating, but inside she was a little more than frightened. He's a Shinigami, part of her said. The other part said nothing.
Suddenly he lunged at her, grabbing her neck and pinning
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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