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- The Pink Ranger pulled back his arm, ready to swing, and Achilles came down and brought his spear through his skull. Blazing lasers of molten heat shot from his eyes and bounced off the Grecian breastplate, one blast ricocheting off into space while the other dug through Red's shoulder. Red hit the floor. The shot cauterized the wound, but he could still feel it. Adrenaline couldn't cover up the empty space the size of a shot glass, or the wind blowing between his muscles. If he stopped for even a second he wouldn't be able to continue. He had to keep going.
- - Cleverly_Clearly Round 3
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