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Post by Mama's Boi on Nov 1, 2019 19:20:59 GMT -7
Conan took out his own sword. "It is time to feed my Blade." Conan said as he stared at it. The mass writhed as it solidifed into a solid blade. Phyla got out of the car and flew to one of the warehouses. She had her blade ready for anything.
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