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Tis the season.

On everyone's lips and in everyone's hearts were these words as they gathered amongst one another in the town square. All around snow was beginning to gather as it fell lightly over the now crowded streets. It didn't take much to get the citizens of Gaia flooding the streets. All it really took was the promise of anything free and it seemed the mods were doing just that.

Though he wouldn't admit it, Sorn barely recognized any of the faces of the mods, never having come across them in his long stay. It was a little embarrassing, doing little more than begging to people he'd never even had the decency to learn the names of, but that was what modmas was about, apparently. So, despite his reservations, Sorn was amidst the crowd as gold and presents were being showered.

He was also there when the screams began.

At first, everyone thought it was people getting really good gifts. Jealousy was clear in the eyes of those that looked toward the front of the group. It was humorous, in a way, how quickly they seemed to forget about things like giving and quickly looked out on the world with such envy. That look was shattered, however, when the first bolt of green could be seen.

They were fast; faster than most could deal with. Those in the front had started going down without any time to prepare, but those who had hung back like Sorn had a bit more warning. A shot of green flashed in front of his eyes and he went down backward, doing his best to avoid the gnashing of teeth before his face.

Rolling over and ripping his chainsword from it's straps on his back, he pulled the ripcord only once before the old motor chugged into life. Apparently, this modwas was going to be a little less tame.

Judging the grunny's speed was easier the second time around. Sorn had forgotten how fast the beasts had been, but having seen it in action, it only took one unsuccessful attempt to learn. Once more, his blade rung out it's old stuttering reply as she revved it back up to full speed, this time waiting for the grunny to lunge.

Like a beast assured of the kill, the grunny leaped up toward Sorn's throat. If it had been the first strike, he was sure he'd have fallen, but having already seen the grunny move, he knew better. His footwork was sound as it brought him under the arc of the small monster and positioned his blade in a wide swipe that lopped off the grunny's left ear with ease.

A howl of rage rent the air as the beast fell to the ground. It regained its footing in almost the same instant, it's eyes burning with anger and pain as it spun around for the next assault. If he had indeed learned from his first attack, the grunny had learned from his second. Now, amidst the chaos that was quickly growing around the dueling pair, they were locked in what would have to end in the death of either Sorn or the Grunny.

Unabashedly, Sorn wished it to be the latter.

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Sorn gripped the now bleeding spot on his shoulder. From the amount of moisture seeping between his fingers he could tell it was mostly superficial. For as viscous as the little bastards were, their teeth weren't long enough to do anything terrible. For the second time, he was almost too engrossed in his own thoughts to see the flash of green heading for him again.

This time, however, he was ready. The grunny leaped for his gut, but Sorn stepped back quickly and brought his knee up square into the monsters chin. There was a soft crunch as its teeth smashed into each other and the Grunny went reeling backward. Sorn knew it wasn't much, but it would have temporarily stunned the beast. Hopefully, he could press the advantage and was charging for another attack even before the grunny hit the ground.

27hp remaining

And for this one as well.

Fighting labtech.

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