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"My, my. It is such a lovely day today no?" Thorn said as he escorted the woman on his arm down the street. The sky was clear blue as the sunshine flooded the little road of the city causing all of the colors in the aria to come alive and pure. even the awnings that were bleached from years of weather conditions seemed to become vibrant with this great sun light. The street was lined with shops and town houses, venders with tables filled the street with the usual selling multiple things. The restaurants also had many tables spread out with giant umbrellas being used as shades to accommodate the customers. While the sun was gleaming, the air however was breezy and cool. Thorn liked days like this. He was dressed in his usual dark beige suit with his top hat that matched in color but had a bright white band that matched the color of his shirt. His vest however was that of a cool purple color, and his tie was that of a bright reflective orange. Thorn was a gentleman, and he would rather die than be anything less. The lady he was escorting was a young, but no younger than he was, lady of great disposition. Him being about 23 in age. She was dressed in a beautiful pink dress. Had long flowing black hair, and Japanese peach colored skin. She had a large smile on her face. "Yes I must say so, it is quite lovely, Thorn." On the side of the street was a shaded ally way. A man who was dressed all in leather and loading a gun as he leaned against the dark side of the wall, stared at Thorn and the lovely woman on his arm. He thought to himself "Man she is pretty, and sexy as hell. Why do I never get women like that? All I ever get is a 2 dollar whore. Or some freeloading bitch. Why does it always seem like that guy in the top hat gets the good ones. Is it because I am not rich? Bah, I won't have it. I am going to steel this one from that prick." He stood up straight, waved his hand and his whole cabal got up and followed him.

As they walked down the street the woman looked into the window of a jewelry shop. She gazed at a beautiful necklace. "Oh Thorn, look at this." She grinned. Her smile was like a row of beautiful white pearls. Thorn ogled at the object in question. He smiled "Oh yes, it is quite lovely." "Not as lovely as that woman there." Thorn turned in the direction of the creepy voice and saw a group of people all dressed in leather. Not the type of people you usually see around this part of the city. Usually anyway. Thorn decided to ignore them and calmly escorted the woman away without saying a word. "Now where do you think you are going? Hey! I'm talkin' to you!!!" Thorn then increased his speed and the woman did the same. The man had had it, he was not going to be pushed off like a gnat. The sound of a gun cocking back was echoed beyond the steps of the couple running. Thorn dropped his crystal wand out of his sleeve, caught it in his hand. And with a single charm, disarmed the person with the pistol. The gang attempted to assault. Thorn took his lady and ran down the street. The woman being horrified beyond belief. The group of thugs pursed behind them destroying everything in there path. And the whole street turned into a brawl.

He shot spell after spell at the people that chased close behind. He and the woman ran for what seemed like ages. The woman didn't know what to do. Thorn kept throwing cantrip after cantrip neutralizing them one by one. They ran down the street set into chaos by the assault of these black hearted people. Everything was being torn asunder and he must protect the woman and his people at all cost, but first and foremost the woman.

He found himself having to turn around a corner with no other option. This ran him and his lady directly into a dead end. They were trapped. The woman had a deep fear run through her vanes. Thorn would not let her get harmed. The thugs stopped, the man who had held the gun stepped forward with a massive scowl on his face. He took off his jacket, took a wooden wand out of it and threw it back to one of the many of his gang that was left after being picked off. "Bet you didn't think I could do magic too huh? You stupid stuck up bastard. Now fight me, or die along with your precious woman. She is mine I tell ya! And I want her now!" The woman was now fearing for not just her life but also her escorts, she new how to fight hand to hand, but she didn't have a clue about magic. Thorn looked at the woman. "My dear, please go against the far wall, I shall deal with this ruffian." The woman was hesitant to let go, but she did as he said. Thorn turned around and looked his opponent in the face. "Have at thee, you scum!" This infuriated the man so much so that he attacked head on with a powerful cast. Thorn conjured a shield that nullified the attack perfectly. Countering, he insinuated a sound wave that smashed against the mans ear drums as he was pushed back and thrown off of his feet onto his butt. "GAH!!!!! YOU DRESSY FAGGOT!!!!! YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT!!!!" "Try me you pathetic fool!" Thorn gave his rebuttal as he took his stance, it was as if he was dancing a ballet. The man got up and casted another spell of fire. It came like a blow torch at Thorn fast, and hotter than need be for any craft. He smirked and uttered "Ytuaeb larolf ot mrah luof morf!" The flam turned into a multitude of flowers that were as diverse as they were colorful. The thug grew angrier than he had ever been in a long time. He casted another spell of pure magic that would cause instant harm to whatever it hit. Thorn countered with a neutralizing spell. Each time the man tried to hit Thorn, the spell was met with a neutrality, this happened 59 times. Thorn grew tired of this, he countered with an assault of his own. A powerful gust of wind that could cut flesh if one got to close to the epicenter, forced itself at the ruffian smacking him in the face like he was hit by a brick. It hurt just as much. He fell to the ground bleeding from his nose, eyes, and mouth. The gang then charged forward with knives drawn. Thorn grabbed his top hat, took it of and exposed the open end of it to the mob from the side of his body. Suddenly a swarm of uncountable butterflies flew out with so much force that the whole armada was forced back and even carried far back to the street. It was like the tsunami that no one could escape. The woman gazed at the beauty that was before her, so many butterflies, and each one was different in color.
The swarm ended and Thorn returned his hat to his head. He smirked. His hat was then knocked off of his head and burned as it fell through the air and seemed, almost in slow motion, to hit the hard warm ground and singe with it's beautiful fabric becoming gray ash."MY HAT!!!!!!" Thorn was now angry. He looked down at the man a with great power rushing from his eyes. The man pulled out of his jacket, somehow conveniently located near him on the ground, a spherical jar. He threw it at the ground in Thorn's direction. The glass exploded; the blast was so powerful that it sent Thorn flying back and smashing into the wall that was several yards behind him with great force. He felt his scull crack as the back of his head smacked against the brick wall. His vision became blurry, and his clothes were torn and burnt. He sat there on the ground; everything hurt. The woman rushed over to him, held him. She didn't know what to do, she thought to herself "Oh no, no... oh please no. Come on... please don't... He can't just be that easily downed, come on, he has to have something to help him in a situation like this." She looked through what remained of his jacket and found a small vile. It had the symbol of a red cross taped on it. She pulled the cork off the top making that familiar sound that a small wine bottle does when the cork is pulled off, but higher in pitch like a pop sound. She tilted his head up and poured the liquid into his gaping mouth. Thorn swallowed every drop. He felt instantly better. He grabbed his wand which now had a few chips and cracks in it from bouncing off of the ground when he dropped it as he fell. He stood up. Charged forward and engaged the thug, who had recovered almost as much as he had, in a fierce exchange of destructive spell casting. Walls- obliterated, stones of the street- blasted to bits. Each of the two dueling men had been cut, burned, and bruised. The ruffian then threw a blast of energy that Thorn was unprepared for. The woman watched everything in slow motion. It was like she was the only thing that was moving, she couldn't let him die. She ran and pushed him out of the way. Thorn watched as she mouthed the words "I love you." And like a bubble from a child's bubble wand, was there, and then gone. Only burnt goo was left. And that was all. Thorn was silent for a few seconds. The ruffian dropped his jaw in horror. He never intended this. He may have said it, but he never intended to kill her, not her. Thorn stared at the pile. He tensed up, his whole body exuded vengeful rage. He looked at the man. His eyes filled with burning black fire. "Hey man, take it easy, I didn't mean that!" The thug said as he tried to pathetically crawl away on his back. Thorn speedily walked up to him with every intent to end this man's existence. "HEY!!! I DIDN'T MEAN FOR THIS TO HAPPIN' MAN!!! I DIDN' MEAN IT!!!!!!! I DIDN' MEAN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The thug screamed as he inched away faster and faster for his life. The mob that was pushed away was now charging forward to come to the man's aid. Thorn yelled at the top of his lungs as he thrusted his wand forward. Approximately 52 billion volts of pure electrical power conducted through the air and bodies of his enemies vaporizing their flesh. Each and every single one of them was dead. The man who Thorn had fought, his body was completely non existent. Could these really be some of the people of the city that he had protected over and over again from Attacks? The blast of energy was so powerful that it shattered the wand in his hand forcing clear slivers of quarts into his hand making it bleed.

He fell down on the ground, he had lost. His clothes ripped apart, the street in shambles and the woman he was escorting was obliterated into nothing but puss. Everything had been destroyed. Nothing was left of him, he hated the world. Nothing could make this right, the people he tried to protect turned on him without any inclination on his part. And now he was no longer a gentleman. His wand was shattered to bits of tiny crystals that looked like sharp sand on the ground. The enemies were defeated but he had lost.

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"My, my. It is such a lovely day today no?" Thorn said as he escorted the woman on his arm down the street. The sky was clear blue as the sunshine flooded the little road of the city causing all of the colors in the aria to come alive and pure. even the awnings that were bleached from years of weather conditions seemed to become vibrant with this great sun light. The street was lined with shops and town houses, venders with tables filled the street with the usual selling multiple things. The restaurants also had many tables spread out with giant umbrellas being used as shades to accommodate the customers. While the sun was gleaming, the air however was breezy and cool. Thorn liked days like this. He was dressed in his usual dark beige suit with his top hat that matched in color but had a bright white band that matched the color of his shirt. His vest however was that of a cool purple color, and his tie was that of a bright reflective orange. Thorn was a gentleman, and he would rather die than be anything less. The lady he was escorting was a young, but no younger than he was, lady of great disposition. Him being about 23 in age. She was dressed in a beautiful pink dress. Had long flowing black hair, and Japanese peach colored skin. She had a large smile on her face. "Yes I must say so, it is quite lovely, Thorn." On the side of the street was a shaded ally way. A man who was dressed all in leather and loading a gun as he leaned against the dark side of the wall, stared at Thorn and the lovely woman on his arm. He thought to himself "Man she is pretty, and sexy as hell. Why do I never get women like that? All I ever get is a 2 dollar whore. Or some freeloading bitch. Why does it always seem like that guy in the top hat gets the good ones. Is it because I am not rich? Bah, I won't have it. I am going to steel this one from that prick." He stood up straight, waved his hand and his whole cabal got up and followed him.

As they walked down the street the woman looked into the window of a jewelry shop. She gazed at a beautiful necklace. "Oh Thorn, look at this." She grinned. Her smile was like a row of beautiful white pearls. Thorn ogled at the object in question. He smiled "Oh yes, it is quite lovely." "Not as lovely as that woman there." Thorn turned in the direction of the creepy voice and saw a group of people all dressed in leather. Not the type of people you usually see around this part of the city. Usually anyway. Thorn decided to ignore them and calmly escorted the woman away without saying a word. "Now where do you think you are going? Hey! I'm talkin' to you!!!" Thorn then increased his speed and the woman did the same. The man had had it, he was not going to be pushed off like a gnat. The sound of a gun cocking back was echoed beyond the steps of the couple running. Thorn dropped his crystal wand out of his sleeve, caught it in his hand. And with a single charm, disarmed the person with the pistol. The gang attempted to assault. Thorn took his lady and ran down the street. The woman being horrified beyond belief. The group of thugs pursed behind them destroying everything in there path. And the whole street turned into a brawl.

He shot spell after spell at the people that chased close behind. He and the woman ran for what seemed like ages. The woman didn't know what to do. Thorn kept throwing cantrip after cantrip neutralizing them one by one. They ran down the street set into chaos by the assault of these black hearted people. Everything was being torn asunder and he must protect the woman and his people at all cost, but first and foremost the woman.

He found himself having to turn around a corner with no other option. This ran him and his lady directly into a dead end. They were trapped. The woman had a deep fear run through her vanes. Thorn would not let her get harmed. The thugs stopped, the man who had held the gun stepped forward with a massive scowl on his face. He took off his jacket, took a wooden wand out of it and threw it back to one of the many of his gang that was left after being picked off. "Bet you didn't think I could do magic too huh? You stupid stuck up bastard. Now fight me, or die along with your precious woman. She is mine I tell ya! And I want her now!" The woman was now fearing for not just her life but also her escorts, she new how to fight hand to hand, but she didn't have a clue about magic. Thorn looked at the woman. "My dear, please go against the far wall, I shall deal with this ruffian." The woman was hesitant to let go, but she did as he said. Thorn turned around and looked his opponent in the face. "Have at thee, you scum!" This infuriated the man so much so that he attacked head on with a powerful cast. Thorn conjured a shield that nullified the attack perfectly. Countering, he insinuated a sound wave that smashed against the mans ear drums as he was pushed back and thrown off of his feet onto his butt. "GAH!!!!! YOU DRESSY FAGGOT!!!!! YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT!!!!" "Try me you pathetic fool!" Thorn gave his rebuttal as he took his stance, it was as if he was dancing a ballet. The man got up and casted another spell of fire. It came like a blow torch at Thorn fast, and hotter than need be for any craft. He smirked and uttered "Ytuaeb larolf ot mrah luof morf!" The flam turned into a multitude of flowers that were as diverse as they were colorful. The thug grew angrier than he had ever been in a long time. He casted another spell of pure magic that would cause instant harm to whatever it hit. Thorn countered with a neutralizing spell. Each time the man tried to hit Thorn, the spell was met with a neutrality, this happened 59 times. Thorn grew tired of this, he countered with an assault of his own. A powerful gust of wind that could cut flesh if one got to close to the epicenter, forced itself at the ruffian smacking him in the face like he was hit by a brick. It hurt just as much. He fell to the ground bleeding from his nose, eyes, and mouth. The gang then charged forward with knives drawn. Thorn grabbed his top hat, took it of and exposed the open end of it to the mob from the side of his body. Suddenly a swarm of uncountable butterflies flew out with so much force that the whole armada was forced back and even carried far back to the street. It was like the tsunami that no one could escape. The woman gazed at the beauty that was before her, so many butterflies, and each one was different in color.
The swarm ended and Thorn returned his hat to his head. He smirked. His hat was then knocked off of his head and burned as it fell through the air and seemed, almost in slow motion, to hit the hard warm ground and singe with it's beautiful fabric becoming gray ash."MY HAT!!!!!!" Thorn was now angry. He looked down at the man a with great power rushing from his eyes. The man pulled out of his jacket, somehow conveniently located near him on the ground, a spherical jar. He threw it at the ground in Thorn's direction. The glass exploded; the blast was so powerful that it sent Thorn flying back and smashing into the wall that was several yards behind him with great force. He felt his scull crack as the back of his head smacked against the brick wall. His vision became blurry, and his clothes were torn and burnt. He sat there on the ground; everything hurt. The woman rushed over to him, held him. She didn't know what to do, she thought to herself "Oh no, no... oh please no. Come on... please don't... He can't just be that easily downed, come on, he has to have something to help him in a situation like this." She looked through what remained of his jacket and found a small vile. It had the symbol of a red cross taped on it. She pulled the cork off the top making that familiar sound that a small wine bottle does when the cork is pulled off, but higher in pitch like a pop sound. She tilted his head up and poured the liquid into his gaping mouth. Thorn swallowed every drop. He felt instantly better. He grabbed his wand which now had a few chips and cracks in it from bouncing off of the ground when he dropped it as he fell. He stood up. Charged forward and engaged the thug, who had recovered almost as much as he had, in a fierce exchange of destructive spell casting. Walls- obliterated, stones of the street- blasted to bits. Each of the two dueling men had been cut, burned, and bruised. The ruffian then threw a blast of energy that Thorn was unprepared for. The woman watched everything in slow motion. It was like she was the only thing that was moving, she couldn't let him die. She ran and pushed him out of the way. Thorn watched as she mouthed the words "I love you." And like a bubble from a child's bubble wand, was there, and then gone. Only burnt goo was left. And that was all. Thorn was silent for a few seconds. The ruffian dropped his jaw in horror. He never intended this. He may have said it, but he never intended to kill her, not her. Thorn stared at the pile. He tensed up, his whole body exuded vengeful rage. He looked at the man. His eyes filled with burning black fire. "Hey man, take it easy, I didn't mean that!" The thug said as he tried to pathetically crawl away on his back. Thorn speedily walked up to him with every intent to end this man's existence. "HEY!!! I DIDN'T MEAN FOR THIS TO HAPPIN' MAN!!! I DIDN' MEAN IT!!!!!!! I DIDN' MEAN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The thug screamed as he inched away faster and faster for his life. The mob that was pushed away was now charging forward to come to the man's aid. Thorn yelled at the top of his lungs as he thrusted his wand forward. Approximately 52 billion volts of pure electrical power conducted through the air and bodies of his enemies vaporizing their flesh. Each and every single one of them was dead. The man who Thorn had fought, his body was completely non existent. Could these really be some of the people of the city that he had protected over and over again from Attacks? The blast of energy was so powerful that it shattered the wand in his hand forcing clear slivers of quarts into his hand making it bleed.

He fell down on the ground, he had lost. His clothes ripped apart, the street in shambles and the woman he was escorting was obliterated into nothing but puss. Everything had been destroyed. Nothing was left of him, he hated the world. Nothing could make this right, the people he tried to protect turned on him without any inclination on his part. And now he was no longer a gentleman. His wand was shattered to bits of tiny crystals that looked like sharp sand on the ground. The enemies were defeated but he had lost.