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I hear a gasp of a spear with force of magic withdraw it from the place of his shoulder releasing blood splashing, when he tried to approach he saw that each one was positioning themselves for battle, being that he was putting himself in front of Circe meanwhile, he wielded a magic dagger between his hs Hares.

When he looked down, almost passed out, he kneeled in the distance, getting up, gathering strength from a place that he would never have thought existed, when he saw Circe, trying to pick up the rope that had fallen to the ground, something made her drop a burn. in her hs letting go of the rope, in which there was Circe bleeding smells of burns a warrior with a pleading look said at the same time decided said.

So with his sopor putting out Medea's fire, in which Medea was placed by his side, he was holding a long stick of psychic vibrations that he threw at the head of the deity, a flamethrower in brief moments in his direction...

"I'll fight..." He growled with apparent pain. “I'm going to fight…” He repeated. – To conquer you, to subdue as the warriors do in my l. - Said Circe.

- We will not allow you to become a recluse be without our presence at your side. – He said, addressing Medea in front of him.

"You won't win..." Hares said. – You won't beat me. – Reaffirmed.

- I'll bend you. - Said Hares.

- You can come... - Yatagarau growled next to his arsenal taking a brass knuckle his belt taking a spear behind him getting to his feet in combat position.

a long, curved stick at the end so it sent a ball of fire towards Medea.

- I know you. - Said. “ a torturer, you are not. - Said Hares - he trying to pull the spear from Circe approaching leaning on the wall between his tears crying.

He was leaning on the wall whispering in his ear pulling with force blood screaming falling to his knees soon after Medea changing shape to be pressed throwing him away when he was hit by the flames of the staff, in which he activated a control at that time a psychic wave was released in waves from the computers.

- I don't underst what happened A, when we became rivals, or when I destroyed our friendship. - Said Hares. “But if that's the case, I'll subdue you. - Said the god of war.

- I will fight win your love. - Said the deity. – In a way that none of us will regret it. – continued Medea.

in that moment I don't care what the problem is, I'll settle our differences. - Said Hares..

- We will face you, together, we are here to solve this, if you continue we will fight. - Said Circe.

- You... You bastards. – He growled. Yatagarau _

His sapphire blue eyes turned dark misty like embers he said sting up addressing them dangerously speaking with hissing words.

- My only problem. - He laughed approached more with his spear, fists in combat position, seeing that they were ready to fight.

- I hate this situation... - He made a cruel expression an even crueler smile.

- exact problems are your own attitudes. - Said. - Two problems that we are going to solve... - Pointing to each one of them then to Hares.

- The invading deity in particular, I will not allow any of you to return to this cave ever again, if you want to invade my life so badly, you can do it because it will not be easy, you are in my cave, my territory.

- Although they looked apprehensive very apprehensive - so my problems end there. – He said with a look.

– If you don't want to fight, you can just get your asses out of here. - He growled in warning.

– I would eliminate several future problems from my eyes. - Said.

- Hares... - whispered Circe in his ear lowering the kneeling man towards him, sting up seeing the god of war rise.

he groaned his green color quickly faded except for Circe who was bleeding profusely has a determined look, a look of anger obstinacy...

- Medea. - Said Hares towards the deity who in particular cast a vision of heat towards the panel that directed the psychic wave.

- I don't want you to touch me ever again. - He growled towards each of them, do not approach me, none of you. – Today will be the decision.

- You will be touched many times. - Hares warned.

- In several places. - Said Medea.

- By our hs. - Said Circe.

"I never..." he whispered painfully anguished.

"I've never... More..." he growled.

- I won't allow you to isolate yourself, to stay away, to curl up in a place where no one could get close.... I'm going to get close to you.... He said with pain, measuring his words.

- I will conquer you... - Said Hares who was approaching Circe Medea, on his shoulder moving away in combat positions, without turning or looking in his direction with a faint blur he was leaving.

Tense seconds minutes passed before one of him spoke was something strange seemed the only thing to think about in a fight worth his obsession.

- It won't be that easy. – Said doing a somersault while avoiding a sweep a punch in a sweeping move he had gas bombs propelling his body away from a poorly designed punch.

So, in which he picked up the rope from the ground swung it like a chain after all, heavy long, catching Circe's legs throwing her close to the ground.

- What rope is this? – asked Circe

The rope had splayed unrolled to the ground, which the woman had tried to pick up be burned, so he thought he would be covered in burns cuts by the end of the battle.

The burns, from all the times the rope had played on all parts of their body, appeared in the midst of the struggle when touching the cursed rope so they said nothing more, the crow man didn't say anything didn't speak in no moment just the next, kicked towards the god of war forcing him to push retreat.

Being that Hares, in which he dodged a magic spear at that time thrown away while Yatagarau throwing gas bombs towards him, in which he ran towards the rope with a flying throwing the rope at Circe's legs from the other side of the cave.

Alexender threw an electrical net towards the deity throwing him away from the cave wall.

With everyone holding their breath in mid-run, he threw them into the misplaced punch to his head by the god of war, caught her without a scratch, nothing not even a deep cut.

So he didn't say went towards the spear which upon picking up the spear he picked up the spear threw it towards the god of war dodging which he thought was incredibly heavy but he picked it up without difficulty took them into the armory where tried to run was caught by the ankle was pressed to the ground.

He didn't say anything, didn't speak to any of them just ignored them writhing his body turned punched Circe with the yellow brass knuckles as gold several times his gallows sitting on top pressing on the floor punching from side to side...