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[h1][i][center]Still Pretty Early, St. Lucifer's front gate[/center][/i][/h1]

[@Dezuel]

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There was a battle waged here, fierce and terrible. It didn't involve bullets and bombs, every blasts, or even punches. It didn't last very long. It was fought in an instant, and ended in only two moves.

There was a lot of things that she considered wrong about what he'd said. She wanted to say he hadn't gotten Alto. She wanted to tell him that, no, she was talking about real strange men that had really come to attack them. She couldn't though, because he was going back into his body and if he were going back in there he wouldn't be able to walk very well. "She got out a short "but..." as she stepped forward to try and support his frail body and that's when he launched his first deadly attack.

She was unsure of what was happening at first, confused by this odd full body warmth that seemed to seep into her. It took her only a moment to realize that Vittorio was very close, arms wrapped up around her neck. This sort of full body contact was unprecedented. She had snuggled with her sheep on especially windy watches, yes, but even that mass of warm bodies had never felt quite this hot. It was paralyzing. It was nice. She was locked in place, worried that any sudden movement was going to shatter this feeling.

He was speaking again, and she wanted to argue she really did. He was wrong. She knew he was wrong. He didn't even know Clara. He was just like the William boy, she was sure that if they could just talk...but then he squeezed her so hard it felt like she was going to be torn to pieces.

Leave the darkness. He said nearly exactly what she'd been thinking about on her walk over here. The he leaned in and delivered his finishing move. It was wet and warm and the shock of it simply scrambled everything in her head. 

It was in this moment, red as a ripened tomatoe and three times as squishy, that she had a revelation. This entire morning had been altogether to nice and warm and full of plesent surprises. This was a dream. This whole thing had to be a dream. She had passed out sometime during her watch, probably in the early morning. When she woke up she would be hungry, Rurik would be off is some freezing gulag somewhere, and warmth like this would have never reached her. That was a far more believable story. 

These were her last thoughts as her head fell forward and she fainted on her feet, leaving her standing right there just outside the school, smiling dreamily. After a few minutes she began to snore.

Bak Vs. Vittorio 

Winner: Vittorio

K.O.