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     Maj Prescot |
Weakness. Pure weakness is what he experianced. That was Prescot's line of thought as he slashed through a pair of Drohak warriors in front of him. He had allowed it to happen, and he swore that it would never happen again. Weakness was something to be expounged, cut out and tossed aside. Jake then sighed and paused the program. He set his sword point against the ground and closed his eyes for a moment and tried to clear his thoughts. He tried to think of peaceful things.. Open fields, glasses of ale... honorable combat. But then suddenly his weakness stabbed him from behind, and ruined his train of thought. In anger he opened his eyes and swung his sword again and slashed through the two holo-Drohak that were frozen still. The two creatures dissapeared as Jake shook his head. "Recreate Drohak warriors just dispatched," he muttered and watched as the two appeared. Prescot then bowed to them slightly to the warriors, as if to say he was sorry for his sucker slash. "Begin!!" he called out and continued to work out his agression. |