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Post by ghostlight on May 30, 2009 8:32:07 GMT -5
With an almost ghostly speed he was in action, doing what his body was trained, no, born to do. The turn table sailed just past his face, as his hand snapped out and gripped the cord. Using his own forward momentum he spun around, the turntable made a sick crunch as it collided with Noah's face sending him sailing back across the room.
He moved with the grace of a dancer, coming in contact quickly with Leon, there blows landing heavily on one another. Battle rage filled Giddien as he sidestepped a heavy hook from Leon, catching his arm and throwing him, the momentum of the blow carried the throw further then Giddien had expected. Leon landed with a thud.
Giddien shuffled back, his stance low, his body wound like a spring. He spit out the blood from his mouth, ".....My younger brother...his wife....and my twin nieces...are in this hole somewhere...that is what I hold onto...” He felt like a jackhammer had drummed out on his skull, Leon did not look it but he was strong.
"If my case dose crack Leon...maybe you will be there to see it...but it’s not today...”
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