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Atra jogged slowly along the sand, along, sweating and panting heavily. As usual, he was on his jog, with a headset on his head, playing music, while it displayed random sigils on it, like a minicomputer. He wore his full gear, all three swords, and even a heavy looking blade attached to chains around his left arm (obviously gotten from his personal warehouse it seemed). Along with that, he wore several disk weights several times the size of his hands, and even more on his stomache, weighing him down. Nearly finished, and famished, he decided to increase, his pace, as soon as he heard a cry.
He was far from the residential area, alone, and near a forest. He turned his head, and saw a whole pack of Velociraids bearing down at him. Though slowed down greatly by the sand, just as he was, they were still moving at a constant space. As soon he spotted them, he took off several of the disks on his left arm, unlooping the thread. Then, aiming, he tossed them almost like discus/chakrams, knocking them away by hitting them ni the chest or the neck, breaking bones, and even ocasionally hitting the head, perhaps even cleaving them clean off.
Ten left, and he with only three large weights left, which he tossed strategically, bringing their path narrower, in order to avoid becoming cornered and circled. By the time he was finished, feeling much lighter, there were nine left. At least it was evened up. Close to, at least.
He was far from the residential area, alone, and near a forest. He turned his head, and saw a whole pack of Velociraids bearing down at him. Though slowed down greatly by the sand, just as he was, they were still moving at a constant space. As soon he spotted them, he took off several of the disks on his left arm, unlooping the thread. Then, aiming, he tossed them almost like discus/chakrams, knocking them away by hitting them ni the chest or the neck, breaking bones, and even ocasionally hitting the head, perhaps even cleaving them clean off.
Ten left, and he with only three large weights left, which he tossed strategically, bringing their path narrower, in order to avoid becoming cornered and circled. By the time he was finished, feeling much lighter, there were nine left. At least it was evened up. Close to, at least.
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[Atra jogged slowly along the sand, along, sweating and panting heavily. As usual, he was on his jog, with a headset on his head, playing music, while it displayed random sigils on it, like a minicomputer. He wore his full gear, all three swords, and even a heavy looking blade attached to chains around his left arm (obviously gotten from his personal warehouse it seemed). Along with that, he wore several disk weights several times the size of his hands, and even more on his stomache, weighing him down. Nearly finished, and famished, he decided to increase, his pace, as soon as he heard a cry.
He was far from the residential area, alone, and near a forest. He turned his head, and saw a whole pack of Velociraids bearing down at him. Though slowed down greatly by the sand, just as he was, they were still moving at a constant space. As soon he spotted them, he took off several of the disks on his left arm, unlooping the thread. Then, aiming, he tossed them almost like discus/chakrams, knocking them away by hitting them ni the chest or the neck, breaking bones, and even ocasionally hitting the head, perhaps even cleaving them clean off.
Ten left, and he with only three large weights left, which he tossed strategically, bringing their path narrower, in order to avoid becoming cornered and circled. By the time he was finished, feeling much lighter, there were nine left. At least it was evened up. Close to, at least.
He was far from the residential area, alone, and near a forest. He turned his head, and saw a whole pack of Velociraids bearing down at him. Though slowed down greatly by the sand, just as he was, they were still moving at a constant space. As soon he spotted them, he took off several of the disks on his left arm, unlooping the thread. Then, aiming, he tossed them almost like discus/chakrams, knocking them away by hitting them ni the chest or the neck, breaking bones, and even ocasionally hitting the head, perhaps even cleaving them clean off.
Ten left, and he with only three large weights left, which he tossed strategically, bringing their path narrower, in order to avoid becoming cornered and circled. By the time he was finished, feeling much lighter, there were nine left. At least it was evened up. Close to, at least.
