That asian lil cunt has challenged me to another fight. He stood apart from the rest wearing a brown trench coat that was buttoned over an expensive looking suit. xxx This whole time Luke had been throwing the Vortex around like a wave of air instead of focusing like he should have. The decision was a split second one, but it was “his” decision. Her hands worked his pants and slipped them down to his boots were her fingers caressed his flesh. He wondered when those bruises would vanish, probably by the end of the day, but they hurt like hell at the moment. This story contains fantasy/magic within it and has more interesting magical twists to come. As he entered the hall he could have sworn he heard a slight laugh coming from the kitchen.
