Ravensblood Forest ""Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.""

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Soreness grew within Azarov's body as the impact was made. He hit his target with success, sending the Warden sprawling over the earth's floor.

"This is the end." He had been told; instructed such by the stillness of his opponent.

The dark man won, but he would never exhibit pride for triumph. He could have lost just as easily, so why celebrate? 

The first I have sparred in months. It had indeed been a substantial length of time. The rush of adrenaline had coursed through his veins. Only now, did it begin to subside.

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