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- Mustang was up, a wild look in his eyes, raising his arm in defiance. His only arm- Fall had torn the other off at the shoulder, and taken a chunk of his side too. He lit Fall's back up like a bonfire and the beast shrieked again, turning from Emilia's corpse to stare him down. The arms Fall had lost had already started growing back, one returning as a gray arm of bones and edges while the other became a large wing made of writhing, jet-black hands.
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- FreestyleKneepad, Round 3
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