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Like I said, "not sure"DMB 1 said:Still sounds like type 3 to me.Diinou HotHead said:But then, BB literally gave a world with no time nor distance the very thing it lacked. So I'm not sure if we can just think it like that.
it wasnt link hereVeloxt1r0kore said:Where you find that? Reddit?
Also where the rest of the ranking list?
Thanksgiving be like: lololol Over my salty bodyKnightOfSunlight said:Eresh's NA banner is coming soon...
Wish me luck, my friends.
From Rubble to Dust |
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Manga depictio The voice in the hole stopped. The next instant, countless bits of rubble launched from the hole in the wall. If you told someone that an oversized cannon had been loaded with debris and fired, they would have believed you. In fact, they would have had difficulty believing anything else. Hansa took several things that looked like sword hilts from his pocket, and tucked them between the fingers of both his hands. A moment later, silvery blades materialized on the hilts, and gave Hansa's hands silhouettes like giant claws. Black Keys — Hilts that manifest blades when magical energy is passed through them. One of an executor's essential armaments. Without taking a breath, Hansa kicked off the floor, and met the rubble head-on. The priest's arms swayed like heat haze. A moment later, the rubble buckshot, which had included chunks of concrete a meter across, turned to mist and blew through his body. To be more precise, it only appeared to blow through him. The rubble in front of Hansa was being had been smashed to dust piece by piece, and scattered through the lobby. What speed, what swordsmanship, must he have had to accomplish such a feat? The chief just barely managed to follow the movements with his eyes, but if asked if he could have kept up with them, the answer would be no. "No wonder you kept your cool when we had you surrounded," the chief muttered. "Who knows?" Hansa answered without turning. "Your Noble Phantasms don't work on Dead Apostles, but they would on me. It all comes down to 'compatibility.' If specs decided everything, the Holy Grail War would be a scramble to summon Berserker." ... Hansa was about to stave off the umpteenth volley of rubble, when he glimpsed a fabric he recognized through a gap in the airborne debris. The instant he realized it was the suit Jester had been wearing, Hansa disposed of the largest of the rubble and crossed his Black Key "claws" in front of his heart, taking his chances with the rest. Jester's knifehand thrust into that very spot with the force of a pile bunker. Jester leapt again, trying to follow up his attack on Hansa, who had been flung backwards by the force of the impact. Hansa, on the other hand, attempted a counterattack of his own. Black Key blades and Dead Apostle claws clashed. As knifehand met blade, unbelievable metallic clangs and the smell of burning flesh began to fill the room. |
After goes throught all of the editing i feel your suffering lelDiinou HotHead said:Not really busy, just tired over editing stuffs.
Iapitus The Impaler said:I just made you a Gareth profile my dude