͏ 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝕷𝐄͟𝐑

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝒯hose 𝚂tripped of 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝓰race of 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕲old 𝕾hall 𝐀ll 𝖒eet 𝑫eath ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

𝐌͟y purpose standeth unchanged. . . 𝒃ut thinking more outside of 𝖎𝖙 More about 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖊 . . . 𝕿he pain just 𝖌rew significantly with each passed second 𝓐way from thou Arms .

͏ ͏ ͏ 𝕴𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝓔𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝑴𝖊𝖘𝖒𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕱𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

͏ 𝑴𝐚𝐲 𝒫𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝕲𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝕿𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝕱𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬... 𝔹𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 ℐ ℬ𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝑾𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉

*over his face again

Before the duo got out of that carnage . .. leaving poor nemesis corpse behind.

He hugged her with one hand .

⠀ ⠀ the con kicked the Traitor , Getting up and starting to talk using his dammed talent to scratch the other spark ,even putting classical dramatic music . “ Oh Nemesis. . ., poor nemesis You failed experiment that never reached be a Phase sixerr. ”

“ Nemesis ? . . Me and him don't have relation no more than he's on my list. .I talk about some new friends of mine ,to Watch your back Bitch .” He transformed, shooting a blast to her and Rolling away .

He tilted his head. “ Who say I wanted you back ? . " He ripped off that bot head .

“ I want you alive ,to something worse than a honorable dead , But that will not be by my hand .”

“ No ,cause If I wanted you would be dead ”