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- GhostDelta663: *Thunder crackles overheard, lightning striking down upon the ground in a perfect circle as a swirling black mass just appears out of nowhere in the circle of charred ground. Out of it comes a figure, dressed in rather primitive clothing; a simple-woolen breeches and leather shoes. The upper body is bare and marred with slash marks, showing off an extremely well toned, and obviously with hard work, muscled body. The figure had wild, thick black hair, his eyes a bright amber as he locked on, on Batias and lunged forward at him with animalistic fury. He sent a flaming fist forward, driving upwards; aimed of course at Batias with fury dangerously twinkling in the figures eye.*
- batias: The plebeian Batias could only shrink back in fear of Ghost's sudden appearance. He tried to raise his arms to block the fist, but his wimpy arms which couldn't even make it to the preliminary competition of the world cup stacking tournament simply didn't have the strength to move fast enough, resulting in the flaming fist colliding with his face unimpeded. His skull crumpled into a mess of broken shards as his body flew in the opposite direction.
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