He stumbled a step back and then grabbed the first thing he could use as a weapon... a broken chunk of wood. It was his only hope, a possible salvation, or more likely his eternal damnation as he thrust the wood forward like a spear, aiming it for the No Life King's chest. That vampiric heart...
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Date: 2012-11-12 02:58 am (UTC)...and to whatever ends tomorrow brought.