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This beast was strong, Sage could sense that in their ki. 

Definitely was smarter than Sage thought, as well. Perhaps it was foolish coming into this engagement expecting to slay this beast with a few well placed blows, and zero thought. This beast was experienced by the way it fought, but so was Sage. It was the Angelic Protector's duty to protect the world from wild beasts like this.

The reptilian deflected all of Sage's attempts to attack it (injuring itself in the process, but not in the lethal ways Sage was hoping). They knew their best attempt at stopping the Beast was using the spear, and all the range it entails. 

The Beast opened its mouth, and against all expectations, a torrent of water came out of the beast's grimy jaws. Sage's spear disappeared as they clapped their hands together. A blinding light surrounded them, acting as a shield, as a tower shield made out of light appeared before them. It stopped most of the mucky water that came out, and the angel was quick to counter attack.

The light faded, and massive angelic wings appeared as Sage hopped off the ground, leaping high up into the air, creating a spear made out of light as they lunged downwards.

"Let the Lord cast judgement on you!"



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"Wait? [i]Wait?[/i]"

Brooke said to her new friend, Margot, as if she was speaking crazy! She kind of was, but that wasn't the point. If what she thought was going to happen, happens, then the two of them are probably going to receive a mountain of charges. Or sold into sex slavery. Or something else crazy that goes on in Brazil. Her father told her that Brazil was far from the safest, or most tolerant, place on the planet. Especially with this tournament goin' on, the last thing Brooke wanted to do was sit on her ass in a jail cell waiting for a hero.

Well, in this story; Brooke's her own hero.

"Nah-ah, no." Brooke said as she raised her cuffs up into the air. "Only thing I'm waiting for is the tournament tomorrow!"

In a swift demonstration of her strength, she pulled the cuffs apart as if they were mere [i]styrofoam[/i]. The bits and pieces of what was left crumpled all over the interior of the police van as Brooke hopped up to her feet.

"It feels great being free, Blue - mind if I call you that?" Brooke said as she leaned into Margot's face. "I can break you out myself if you need me to."

Well, it goes against Margot's advice, but Brooke's impatience, and rashness normally trumps all other rational thought that would normally be in her head. [i]Besides,[/i] these tournaments are usually cock full of fugitives, probably people that had done worse things than Brooke has done here. Like rob banks, and eat babies - so why does it really matter if Brooke it added to the list?


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The police officer that detained Margot was a tall, burly man, that appeared to be Spanish in roots. He wore the police uniform of Brazil, and crossed his arms when he looked at Meo. The kid just looked lost. Good thing that he was here to help...

The cop kept a cocky grin on his face as he leaned in, and asked the boy a question.

"Hmph, how much many do you even have on you?" The cop asked. "I'm certain we can work something out... foreigner."