super lavitz, the hero of bahamut (gripes) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-04-21 02:31:00 |
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The clinic was far from quiet. A wall could break in and no one would hear it from all the commotion, the yelling, the screams. The smell of blood. These were smells that Lavitz was altogether too familiar with, as not only a fighter, but one who'd seen this time and time again— walked these clinic floors, bled and smelled the same blood, witnessed all of the carnage. It was a stark white and crimson world he knew and breathed and lived. |