*The Potion Hit Beaumanoir On His Lower Torso, Burning Through His Clothes. He Fell Over And Rolled On The Floor. Pulling His Last Potion Out Of His Bag, He Quickly Drank Deeply And Felt Better, Yet Still He Was Wounded And In Pain. He Pulled Himself Up And Hobbled To Neb. The Wound Was Smouldering Slightly, And By The Look On His Face, He Could Feel It. He Wouldn't Last Longer In Such A Fight*
*Without Realising About His Ring, Beaumanoir Pointed His Long Sword At Neb's Throat*
"Yeild, And I may Be Merciful"
[ 02-25-2002: Message edited by: Beaumanoir ]
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My pokemon bring all the boys to the yard, and they're like; you wanna trade cards? Damn right, I wanna trade cards, I'll trade this but not my Charizard.
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