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the cloaked female's blow to his neck caused him to crouch over for a moment and he wheezed, coughing into the dirt under his paws. but he had endured worse than this. far worse. this was nothing compared to what his mentor - who happened to be a fully-grown lion - put him through every day, so cold flare quickly recovered, whipping around to face haunted heart with a low growl. tail lashing, the serval charged towards the female, a look of focus appearing on his face while he read her aura as he ran, reading how strong she was and what her powers were if lynxy would be so kind as to tell me :T. teeth bared, he threw a fake swipe towards her face, but only as a distraction, and then leaped over the cloaked feline, aiming to kick her in the back of the head as he flew above her. when he landed behind haunted heart, cold flare quickly conjured up an illusion using his telepathy: an exact copy of himself, down to the last detail, with his golden ring and all. hopefully, his opponent hadn't seen him do this, although if she had, he knew how to confuse her anyway.
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[size=7pt][glow=black,2,300]bloodclan - 1st tier trainee - medium - the sight, telepathy, absorb spirits ( 2 lives ) - #draculaharbringer - no kill
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