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I know you're a good enough RPer to pull off the kid's phsycotic and teasing manner, you can use him too, Lokuri. Though... I'll prolly kill him in this post :P))
Cyr tossed lightly in his sleep, as if trying to ward somthing off. His body twitching lightly, his eyes lightly closed. He looked allmost like a sleeping child having a nightmare, some inner conflict going on.
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Cyr stood there, everywhere was black - yet he could still see his own hands. He looked down at them, blinking. The blood was still dripping from his arm. Was he dead? Dieing, maybe? No. This was different, he couldn't... He couldn't die yet. The thought of Niola being torn apart by that ice user caused him to try and fight the sleep that was pulling him under. However, he failed. Dropping backwards, falling... Falling, his heartbeat beggining to die out...
This.... Was death...? He thought, a bitter chuckle resounding from his motionless body.
After all this shit, i'm killed by a infant?
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Cyr growled suddenly. Forcefully pulling himself out of the consciousness. He suddenly coughed up black blood. Alot of it, too. As his body convulsed on the ground, rejecting the poisionous matter.
He stopped, breathing heavily, his mind was hazy... He couldn't... Think, thoguht it was slowly coming back to him. He looked up at Niola and smiled, greatfull that she was managing to keep the ice-user at bay, he stood up. The wind flowing around him brushing his face.
He held out a hand, a small and telepathic grip around the boy's neck ensuing.
"You're going to tell me. Where your leader is, or I swear to god, I will break your neck." He stated, more than threataned.
The boy coughed lightly, "I ain't tellin' ya! Go on, kill me! Kill a child ya lanky shit! Let's see ya' do it! Let's see if ya' got the guts!"
Cyr's face turned blank, devoid of most expression as the boy's words were cut off by a sickening crack as his neck broke. Blood dripping from his mouth as he allowed the boy's lifeless corpse to drop to the ground.
Cyr shook his head bitterly, the guilt of what he had just done seeming to be gnawing at him. "We should head back to the center, Niola." He said in a low, guilt filled tone.