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Alphius looked to the little girl who had asked the question and smirked. :If you could even call that a battle, more like a group of incapable ninnies. Good thing they aren't around anymore, those that knew them would have thought of them as cowards on the field. They just met up with the wrong guy."
As the wind kicked up a little he waved his hand and a large gust of wind as hot as a dragons breath blew the chilled air away in a torrent.
Alphius hated cold. Not that he couldn't handle it, just that he disliked how the cold would bite at his scars and bring back memories he would rather remained forgotten.
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Life isn't always fun, but we decide when it is
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