<div style="text-align: center">It felt like seconds turned to hours with how tense Fel was getting. He saw the bolt behind him and got ready to dash forward but saw Raziel heading to him. <i>Which way?</i> He thought, having only a split second to choose. He held up his scythe and made his dash forward, swinging his scythe as he passed by the PK. Two groups of numbers leaped up around where the two collided. One was a bunch of 9's, the other was a random set of four numbers, pretty high as well. Fel was holding his stance, his scythe at then end of an arched swing.<br/>
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"Fuck." He said, reading his HP as his avatar fell to the ground, not K.O.ed, but unable to move now. His HP was critical, most of the 9's being absorbed by one of his armor scrolls, but the bulk of the damage took him from the triple digits down to a single digit: 8. He lay on the ground. trying his best to stand back up after the attack to get to a safe area. "Shhhhit." He said through gritted teeth. He knew he could get 'killed' and just wait five minutes to log back in, but he was thinking of getting rid of this PK before he made a giant terror in the entire World servers.<br/>
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((The bunch of 9's hit Fel but he absorbed a small amount to prevent from 'dying', so the four digits could hit Raziel and he could do the same as absorbing most of it.))​</div>