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Kilowog was in a locked chase with Alisand'r hot on his tail. A Tamaranean with super strength and invulnerability would send anyone hightailing it but that wasn't why Kilowog was flying away. He was more concerned with trying to think of a strategy that could actually work. Since their fight had begun, the two were reduced to a stalemate. Neither could seem to get the upper hand on the other. Kilowog managed to turn himself around midair and fly backwards as he shot a series of green energy beams off. Alisand'r avoided them all by weaving between each one. As she came out of the obstacle she graced the Bolovaxian with a cocky smirk. Getting an idea, Kilowog suddenly stopped and reached a hand back. Alisand'r had tried to come to a stop but before she could Kilowog grabbed her by the throat just before she could crash into him. He held her tight and with his ring hand blasted her in the chest. She skyrocketed into a building. As soon as he felt victorious himself something caught

A Few Minutes Later… After Malisha gets done washing up, she gets dressed in her pyjamas and heads to Ava's room where Ava was waiting. She walks in to find Ava sitting on the bed with her phone in her hand. "I can't believe I almost broke Jamie's legs. She doesn't deserve that..." Malisha said regretfully as she walked towards her. "Sometimes we just lash out because of anger or pain and it's not always directed at the right person." Ava says sympathetically as she puts her phone down. "I'm... I'm sorry," Malisha apologises again as she sits down next to Ava on the bed. "I didn't mean to hurt her…” "I know you didn't. But you have to control your powers, Malisha. Otherwise if you're not careful, your powers...can make you destructive." Ava said as she rubs Malisha's back. Malisha closes her eyes, savouring the soothing touch. "I'm trying, Ava. I'm trying to…” "I know... Just be careful okay?” "Okay... I promise." Malisha whispered softly at Ava's words. There was a moment of

There once was a well-known street artist Who was as clever as could be. He could make his art very lifelike Which was quite a sight to see. He liked tricking people with his art For it was all too easy. One day, while walking down the street With his art supplies in hand, He couldn't help but notice that The roads just looked too bland. If only it had a bit more pizzazz Wouldn’t that be grand? After staring at the street for a while, An idea came to his head. If there wasn’t anyone who could brighten the road, He would do it himself instead. Looking at his chalks, he thought "Why not?" He might as well go ahead. He stepped right onto the empty road Making sure no cars were coming by, It was time to set his plan into action, He might as well give it a try. He knew this project would be the best, Though he wouldn’t tell others why. With his chalk, he began to draw For an hour, or maybe two He added some black, a bit of white, And just a few touches of blue. How clever he was, for

IX. Adamas sat on the floor cross-legged; his red cloak laid on the bed along with his other things piled on top of it that was already moved from the hanger pole. The small box containing the gloves that Henry made for him and given to him by his son, Darren, laid out opened in front of him and the note was in his paws. He was now wearing his light-brown shirt that Roselyn used the other night while the young woman, herself, was behind the dresser screen, trying on her Sparrow Ranger uniform that Duran had already made for her a year back. Before the beastman could read the note, his thoughts turned to Roselyn over the events that just happened recently. The first thing was her unusual mood change. Getting hugged from her is one thing, but after she opened that door it was like she was rushing out; almost as if she was trying to find him which made no sense as to why. After that, she didn’t feel uncomfortable when she removed his shirt, revealing her undergarments to him, and took