Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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Self-consideration rarely occurred for Adair, injuries not being registered as an issue. People required his assistance and the dutiful elite hunter was determined to provide them with the service they needed. Wounds never mattered, especially because of his debt to the world. Countless lives he claimed from years of working as an assassin for the Black Order, and now his time arrived to save others in a futile attempt to repay his debt. Alas, those lives would never be repaid. Each life was special, and he snuffed out several during his criminal career.
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Tinges of pain were evident in Adair's arm and still existed as he pulled Ezra into his arms. The wounds from the attack burned with pain, blood slithering down his skin. The uniform the cyan-eyed mystery man wore had small splotches of darker fabric from dampened patches. Blood was being absorbed into the clothing, making his injuries more obvious from both the rips and the soaked spots. The jorogumo continued to hold the black-haired man tightly, only to be surprised by the considerate words Ezra said a mere few moments later.
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The elite hunter paused hearing those words and discovering Ezra's awareness of his injuries. Slowly, Adair glanced at the black-haired man's face, admiring the handsome, sculpted features of his face and striking eyes. Only a few moments later, the jorogumo glanced away, remaining silent as he walked towards the guards.
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"I'll... escort him in," Adair murmured. "My ID is in my cloak pocket."
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Promptly, the guard moved closer, plucking the identification card from Adair's pocket and glancing over it carefully. Several special markings only visible in light were on the jorogumo's card alongside a variety of complex work. The special card was a well-known piece made solely to protect Adair's identity. It was why he remained thankful to the TRS for assisting him throughout these years. Once satisfied, the guarded returned the ID to Adair's pocket before granting him access to the gymnasium.
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Medical personnel crowded the location, some injured while others were steadily working to help the wounded. There was a brief pause as Adair assessed the area until discovering an empty station and heading into that direction. Admittedly, Adair was uncertain if he would stay and take the assistance or return to the battlefield. Nonetheless, the jorogumo appreciated the dark-haired man's consideration for his injuries. It was something he rarely received, his capabilities using making most people believe he can handle himself.
The small cuts on Adair's upper arm and shoulder burned as he passed Ezra carefully off to the guards for healing. Citizens were important, the wounded jorogumo being their protector in this horrible situation. Expectations to save the defenceless were placed heavily onto his shoulders, especially considering his previous sins. As Adair passed Ezra to the guards, he was careful to assure there was no jostling. Once safely placed in the guard's arms, the TRS elite hunter turned to leave the training center and assist with the fighting efforts.
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Steps were taken down the hallway, however, they were promptly ceased when an abrupt jolt of phantom pain manifested in his head. Immediately, Adair flinched, a hand reaching up to softly touch his head as he listened to a familiar voice. A hasty glance over his shoulder provided the hunter with the information he required. The dark-haired citizen he rescued regained consciousness and struggled from the guard's grip. Frantically, the young hunter guarding the gymnasium crouched down to try and assist Ezra into a sitting position, however, surprised breached the guard's face when the citizen latched onto Adair's ankle.
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Serenity flowed around Adair despite the recent events. The jorogumo's cyan eyes locked onto Ezra, unphased by the clingy nature of the individual he saved.
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"There are other people who need help, you're in safe hands," Adair murmured.
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The indirect answer vaguely hinted at the notion of Adair returning to the battlefield to assist other citizens and his fellow hunters. Protecting others and eliminating Assembly members was his job after all. Carefully, the elite hunter kneeled to pull Ezra back into his arms. Evidently, the dark-haired man desired his comfort while he entered the gymnasium where he would receive healing, thus Adair would provide before returning to the battlefield. Success in picking Ezra up would result in pain manifesting in the hunter's arm, however, he ignored those subtle sensations.
The innocent man Adair was attempting to rescue drifted into unconsciousness, leaving a frown on his face. The patient was struggling to maintain consciousness, and he still needed to navigate a dangerous portion of the battlefield. Worrisome circumstances for anybody concerned with another individual's safety and health. As he crouched near the headquarter's corner, he glanced over Ezra, checking him over for signs of being too late. Briefly, Adair's heart constricted as he checked over the handsome, dark-haired man.
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Abated breath escaped his lips as the assessment of the man's physical condition proved he was still surviving the encounter, however, still required medical attention. The jorogumo peeked around the, observing the battle, waiting for an opportune moment. Dust settled thick onto the battlefield as terrors were defeated, the hunters accomplishing their duties. Finally, everything on the sparring grounds appeared distracted. Abruptly, Adair rose from his hiding place and sprinted towards the training center.
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The jorogumo never looked back, his enhanced speed subtly activating as he moved across the field and towards the separate building. Once across, he hastily turned, allowing his back to smack into the heavy doors and open them widely. Briefly, Adair's eyes locked onto the door, assuring nobody who was enemy would enter behind him. Once satisfied, he began moving through the building to the gymnasium where two hunters were stationed as guards. Slowly, Adair approached, the guards hastily recognizing the elite hunter, but hesitating to allow him inside; anybody could hide under his clothes after all.
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The blue-haired man paused, their stiffened bodies a worrisome sight. Thus, he instead offered the unconscious body of Ezra in hopes they would provide him with medical attention while he returned to battle.
Undoubtedly, Adair planned on rescuing Ezra and transporting him to the gymnasium where he would be safe. He wished the circumstances were improving, but the Assembly proceeded to fight tooth and nail. A soft, concerned sigh escaped his lips as he attempted to figure out a route through the chaos, however, navigation would always be a difficulty. Hazards were everywhere, options limiting very quickly as time proceeded. He glanced back at Ezra, hearing a soft thanks escape his lips. The man appeared to be attempting to bear the pain, his closed eyes making it obvious.
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Faint pain entered the jorogumo's head, almost as though did not belong to his body. The phantom pains were subtle, tolerable enough for Adair because of years spent learning to manage pain. Assassins needed to tolerate injuries until their mission was completed, thus he grew a natural tolerance to pain. He refused to focus on it, cyan eyes proceeding to observe the raging battle until the time arrived to move. Carefully, he brought Ezra back into his arms, tightly holding him close to his chest. Transporting him to the gymnasium would not be an easy task, but Adair knew it needed to be accomplished.
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"We're going to move now... I'm sorry for any sudden movements," Adair murmured softly.
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There was a pause as he turned back towards the battle, watching for a few moments. When the Assembly appeared distracted it, he stood, moving hastily along the side of the building. Constantly, his trained eyes analyzed the situation around him, evaluating for immediate dangers. Plenty existed, but similarly to his previous run, hunters noticed the unconscious bundle he carried in his arms. The minor injuries to his shoulders hardly mattered, each aching complaints, but ultimately Ezra was the reason they defended his passage.
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Each step brought them closer to the TRS training center, but the nearby sparring field appeared to be used as the main battlefield with hunters pushing the threats out and surrounding them. Abruptly, Adair ducked down by the corner of the building, holding Ezra in his arms while he searched for an opening.
The background noise of clashing steel alongside the invoking of various abilities could be heard behind Adair. On the battlefield, TRS agents were working strenuously to fight the Assembly threat to their headquarters. Sirens blared through the nearby windows while people shouted warning or commands to assist others. The cacophony of noise forcing the jorogumo to rely solely on his eyes for surveys of immediate danger. A brief glance over the shoulder, eyes conducting a thorough glance of the area around them before flitting back to the injured citizen.
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Patiently, Adair awaited the man's answers to his inquiries, a worrisome frown crossing his lips. Head wounds were always concerning, especially since the individual's condition could be more severe than expected. Carefully, the elite hunter adjusted his position to view the web-bandaged area of the dark-haired man's head. The mumbled answer surprised Adair, the man adjusting again to look at Ezra's face. He listened to those mumbled words, the jorogumo focusing on not missing a single utterance to the responses of his questions.
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The man, who claimed his name was Ezra, recounted what he vaguely remembered, evidently jumbled by the Assembly attacking him. It became obvious the altercation was hardly remembered, thus Adair's frown remained, hidden beneath layers of fabric. Motionlessly, the man he carried laid on the ground, even bringing a hand to his head. Hesitantly, Adair assessed his words before deciding to explain the condition he discovered Ezra in.
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"I found you on the ground wounded and poisoned... The poison is gone," he hesitated as he glanced at his bandaging job. "I bandaged your head too, but only the best I could."
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Signs of pain were evident in Ezra's slow movements and shortly closed eyes. A soft sigh escaped Adair's lips as he glanced over his shoulder, watching the battle and providing the dark-haired man a few moments of rest. The moment they left their sanction would be when peril chased their heels, thus he was willing to let Ezra paused for a break. Silently, he watched the raging battle, contemplating how he would get Ezra through safely.
Ducked in the shrubbery around the TRS headquarters, Adair cautiously analyzed the condition of the stranger. Everything appeared to be alright, however, he was nonetheless concerned about the situation. Occasionally, the jorogumo glanced over his shoulder at the raging battle, relieved no Assembly members or terrors noticed him dip into the bushes. A frown traced Adair’s lips as he knew leaving their current location could be a dangerous venture because of the battle.
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Softly, the man side, sparring a moment to adjust the sliced fabric, cyan eyes glancing over his own wounds. These were minor in comparison to the wounds dealt with over the course of his hunting career, but nonetheless, oozing precious blood. Another glance over the shoulder was performed, however, on this occasion, he heard somebody speak. The words prompted the elite hunter’s eyes to flit towards the previously unconscious man.
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Slightly opened eyes on a weary face proved the stranger finally roused after being injured. Merely witnessing those opened eyes manifested a sense of relief.
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“We’re still near headquarters, currently hidden in the bushes… I’ve been trying to take you to where the safety zone is,” Adair explained quietly. “However… we are hidden for now. So how are you feeling?”
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A meagre glance of the stranger’s condition could hardly provide proper information for how the individual was feeling. Despite inquiring for an answer, Adair proceeded to carefully assess the stranger’s condition, forgetting his own injuries entirely.
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“Can you tell me your name?” Adair inquired softly.
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Head injuries could potentially cause amnesia or muddled thoughts, thus Adair decided to discover for himself. At least then if the man went unconscious, he could inform the medics of his findings. While they remained hidden in the bushes, the jorogumo once again admired the man’s beauty, especially those magnificent steel-coloured eyes.
Closely and tightly, Adair kept the stranger close to his chest, protectively holding the man he managed to save. Sirens blared through damaged windows, distracting his hearing. Battle noises were drowned out by the intense sounds of the alarm. Escape would be difficult, the distance accompanied by the thunderous noises could potentially result in injury or perhaps death. The jorogumo paused, crouching in the shadows of the building as he inched closer to the corner, carefully moving to briefly glance around the corner.
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People could scream coward, but Adair's objective in the present moment was to safely carry the injured man to the gymnasium. Terrors and Assembly members fought against hunters, each struggling for victory as they brutally battled against one another, TRS being on the defensive. A frown touched the elite hunter's lips, the subtle stir from the providing information on his medical status, albeit, limited data. Slowly, Adair inched out of his hiding place, unwilling to test the unpredictable and noisy atmosphere of headquarters unless necessary.
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Gradually, he inched his way through the battlefield, selecting a cautious route around engaged terrors and hunters. A few noticed him, fighting harder once they noticed the unconscious individual carried in his arms. Walking alongside the headquarters wall, Adair was completely alert, refusing to ignore his surroundings to avoid possible ambush or attacks. Abilities were being invoked everywhere, several flares of manipulation and displays of enhancements becoming evident as the jorogumo steadily continued on his course.
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Alert cyan eyes caught somebody rushing towards him, an inevitable fate considering the number of people participating in the brawl. Several disks formed of air were launched his direction, Adair's speed briefly flaring to dodge the attacks. The stranger was jostled, the jorogumo's glancing down to double check his condition, but his assessment was short-lived. Another attack formed of wind was flung towards him. Immediately, Adair sprinted forward in an attempt to escape the vicious attacks, however, some managed to knick his forearm and shoulders.
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Disks of air were formed, a malicious grin forming on the air manipulator's face as she realized her target was unwilling to drop his fallen comrade. She prepared to throw the following attacks, however, a shield formed in front of Adair. The jorogumo's eyes flitted to a gentleman with an appearance suggesting he was in his mid-thirties.
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"Move!" He shouted, stealing the battle to allow his fellow hunter to proceed.
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Hastily, the elite hunter fled, providing a silent nod of thanks as he carried his passenger closer to the gymnasium. Quick, cautious movements allowed Adair to discover another place in a hidden nook where decorative flowers aligned a shaded side. The location was carefully entered, the jorogumo crouching down to set the stranger down. Damages needed to be assessed, thus he began analyzing the man's condition, praying the sudden jostling did not worsen the situation.
Puddles of poison quietly soaked into the sidewalk, safely away from the stranger’s veins. Carefully, Adair held the dark-haired man, cyan eyes examining the man’s physical condition. Breathing was regulating, the signs of poison destroying the body dissipating since exit. Blood seeped from the wound on the man’s head, trickling over Adair’s gloved hands and covered the man’s face. Obviously, the unfortunate stranger was injured prior to the poison being injected. While the jorogumo witnessed the blood upon approach, the poison slithering through his veins was more lethal in the present moment.
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Warm and sticky, Adair slowly pulled his hand away from the bloodied mass, mind hastily rushing through thoughts on how to cease the bleeding. Briefly, he glanced around to assure the Assembly members were busy, the former assassin finding himself pleased with the progress of his fellow hunters. Promptly, Adair's attention was redirected to the stranger's dire circumstance. Thoughts were flitting through his mind rapidly, the hunter desiring to save this individual's life; his instincts were screaming about the necessity, influencing him to proceed.
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Carefully, a gloved hand hovered inches away from the head wound, fibres of spider web shooting from Adair's palm as he planned to resourcefully use webs to temporarily bandage the injury. As webbing accumulated, the jorogumo attempted to tightly wrap the fibres around the stranger's head, steadily working to cover the horrible injury. Once the first layers of dressing were wrapped around, Adair began moving quicker, thickening the temporary "bandage" until webbing wrapped thickly around it. When satisfied, the webs ended, the hunter securing the loose end into the other fibres with a hasty dexterity. [break][break]
Surveys of the area were taken and the staff retrieved before Adair adjusted his grip, holding an arm around the man's upper shoulders and another placed under his calves. Gently, the elite hunter lifted the unconscious man from the ground, keeping him close as he doubled checked for additional wounds or threats. Calmness graced the jorogumo's actions, the previous pressures of tending to the unfortunate soul dissipating enough for admiration to shine. Men never truly captured Adair's gaze, a majority of his interests being meagre fantasies and curiosities, however, he found himself staring at this stranger.
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Dishevelled black hair from the assumed altercation, elegantly sharpened features and a peaceful expression as he rested, unconscious. Blood remained evident on his face, however, the features Adair was capable of viewing were breath-taking. Softly, the jorogumo rubbed the stranger's cheek with his thumb, smearing some of the blood off. For a short period of time, he pondered his appearance when properly cleaned, however, those thoughts were quickly shoved away. Battle was dangerous and those thoughts unnecessary considering he forbade himself to bite the golden fruit of romantic curiosities.
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The grip around the dark-haired stranger was tightened, the elite hunter hastily retreating from the area in favour of the headquarter's shadows. Alarms blared, loudspeakers demanding for everybody unable to fight to be transported to the gymnasium. A frown breached Adair's complexion, he needed to round the main building to finally reach the gymnasium and jostling the injured with a high-speed run was idiotic if anything. A soft breath escaped his lips, determination filling him as he slowly proceeded, caution marking his steps.
Sunlight covered the earth, manifesting a pleasant heat for everybody to enjoy. Despite the warmth, thick clothing wrapped around the frame of a mysterious TRS hunter. Features were entirely obscured by a tightly wrapped scarf and a black hat ending just beneath his brow. Fabric adjusted in manners to conceal his face while still allowing him to appear through the slit without issue. Around his shoulders hung a reddish cloak, the sweeping cape having the words 'TRS' with 'HUNTING DIVISION' written on the upper shoulders in silver text.
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The remainder of those garbs were black, the darkened colours covering the entirety of his torso, the limbs wrapped in white bandage-like strips. On a single side of his uniform was a peculiar spectacle, a tiny name tag sworn in above his unit, four letters etched in white. Amon, an elite hunter of unit one, enigmatic and introverted compared to a majority of members associated with the organization. Since registration, "Amon" became the name everybody was forced to use for him, few people aware of the situation involving his real name.
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Adair Fellspark, a man of questionable origins, chased down by people he betrayed. Death followed his footsteps, a violent, frightening upbringing resulting in an order of lethal individuals attempting to track him down. Salvation was discovered when somebody brought a sense of light into his life. Morals were taught, the man improving himself and gaining the courage to finally leave and begin this life. A bow staff was held tight in his hand, Adair smoothly landing beyond the collapsing body of a medium risk terror deteriorating into dust.
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The mysterious man turned, standing straight as he slowly returned to the dust-covered stones, fingers reaching to curl around a dagger's hilt. The blade was retrieved from the pavement, Adair maintaining a tight grip while he shook the black dust from the metal's shiny surface. Once cleaned, the jorogumo shoved the weapon into the hilt on his side. Safely, it was secured, but prepared to be drawn should the situation require it. Meanwhile, the bow staff was lifted behind his back, Adair carefully sliding it into the holster where it would remain secure.
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From around his belt, a radio was snatched, placed in front of the scarf as he spoke into it. "My mission is complete, I'm heading back to base."
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Static answered, the jorogumo lifting a brow before his eyes narrowed into a concerned glare. Instantly, the man turned away from anybody arriving to provide congratulations, enhanced speed flaring to life. Dust drifted into the air because of the intense speed, barriers avoided by hastily launching a web and yanking himself higher. Hastily, he moved through streets, dodging people or anything else which attempted to hamper progress to the TRS headquarters. The distance was closed at jaw-dropping speeds, Adair's enhancement allowing him to shortly reach headquarters.
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Screams became evident the closer he grew, the sounds of battle filling his ears. Steps hastened, Adair finally rounding a corner and discovering the havoc occurring around the TRS headquarters. On the outside, hunters were fending off terrors while smoke twirled from headquarters. Frantic fighting, panicking pedestrians, everything appeared to be progressing in a questionable manner. Abruptly, pain flooded through Adair's head, fictitious, a phantom sensation not belonging to his body. Speed slowed, the jorogumo ceasing him movements briefly in bewilderment.
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Nobody managed to attack him, evident by the lack of enemies in direct contact with him, yet, the phantom pains were followed by a sharp, sensation to his neck. Immediately, Adair shook his head, focus returning as he narrowed his cyan eyes and reached behind him to grab his trusty bow staff. An analysis of the area was taken, an isolated section of the battlefield was where he noticed them. A group of people had ambushed an unfortunate soul, neglected and nearly unmoving, but there was an insistence that this individual was... alive...
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Physical signs were practically nonexistent, yet, instincts insisted otherwise. The grip around the bow staff tightened, determination glimmering in his cyan hues. Assembly members were leaving the motionless individual, thus Adair seized the opportunity, activated his enhanced speed and avoided the threats. Legs propelled him forward, the mysterious man unhindered by the battling raging around him. Through the chaos, he moved gracefully quick, a natural dexterity and flow to his movements. Once in proximity, the jorogumo noticed the subtle rise and fall of the dark-haired stranger.
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Upon reaching the individual, Adair noticed how he struggled to breathe, however, something slithered beneath his skin, infecting his veins. Poison manipulation realized it, reacting and informing its master of the useful supply it constantly felt; for Adair, blood required sacrifice for the killing serum. Softly, the wooden staff was set aside, as the jorogumo knelled beside the dark-haired stranger. Beauty was ignored in favour of hovering his hands above the man's body, eyes fluttering closed as he began to focus on the poison.
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A deep, slow breath entered and exited Adair's lungs as his mind fixated on the poison, ceasing its movements before dragging it through the skin, away from the circulatory system, the body's transportation system. Fingers moved with the motion, the inevitably painful action being the only method to rescue the unfortunate, young man. The liquid trickled through the man's skin, floating above his body while his saviour fought through the phantom sensations. Without hesitation, the lethal liquid was thrown away, landing harmlessly onto the parking lot's concrete.
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