[BATTLE] PEARL VS BLUE

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ROUND 1
PEARL VS. BLUE
BATTLE COMMENCE

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BATTLE NULL

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[atrb=style,background-color: #232323; width: 250px;][classy=supyolo]welcome to the war[/classy] [classy=yolo][classy=contentyolo2]If he had the moment to spare to think, Pearl would have not recognized himself. But he felt like he was in complete control despite the situation. He felt the more calm, systematic and fast he was, the better he fought the blaring of gunshots, blasts and screams. It was true that it wasn't his first time in the battlefield and this sensation had gone through him more than once before. But he couldn't get used to it. No one could possibly get used to this. He was conscious of his every second, gesturing to the people to move with the silent jerk of his head. He thought that, “hey, if a hyper beam went this way, I'm going to die.” He didn't know exactly what he felt about that. He didn't quite understand because he should be scared but he wasn't. All he felt like responding is return was, “yeah, I know.” A suspicious noise behind sent a ripple effect of fear, beating their hearts in a symphony of percussion. Pearl pulled closer the hood of his jacket around his head, praying darkness shroud the rest of his face. Should he fall here, he hoped his body would be burned unrecognizable. The thought of death wasn't as frightening as the betrayal he would be painting on his father's face if he were found here in this side of the battle. He himself felt like burning in anger if Nox ever thought he was on their side. He had no plans of dying as a hero for them. “Go!” Pearl hissed, taking out Aurum. The mothers tugged the arms of their children, running away to the forest. Pearl saw one of them glancing back at him. Even while they ran, he could feel her gaze coming back to hm, recognizing him. He didn't know if that made her feel relieved, suspicious, or confused. But Pearl had no second thoughts about what he was doing. He knew he was doing the right thing. But it didn't quite prepare him for the Lairon that came shooting out of the brambles. Aurum burst out in flames. The Lairon howled in pain as fire burned its iron underbelly. Nothing stopped it from descending on Aurum though, pinning him underneath with its weight. Aurum was already pushing the Lairon off with the strength of his fighting-type half but time was not a leisure. Pearl stared at not one, but two guns pointed at him by the soldiers he would say hi at while passing. They wore the uniform Pearl admired, the heroes who would die in battle. They didn't recognize him as the mother did, thankfully. Pearl was going to die and he thought of Platinum.[/classy][/classy]

coded by N3WY0RK of gangnam

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