<i>An eardrum piercing scream erupted from the depths of the city. Talim stood his hands dripping with blood before a corpse. <br/>
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"Good job Talim... Another eliminated..." <br/>
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Paradox spoke as he appeared along side the man. Talim just nodded, his emerald green eyes following the woman trying to inch her way out of his view. <br/>
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"And what about her Paradox? Shall I eliminate her too?" <br/>
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Talim asked as he looked to his spirit, then to the woman.<br/>
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"She isn't a shaman--but she could become one. There's no use in letting her live. She could side with the people who want to stop Zeke's ressurection. You don't want his ressurection to be stopped, do you?"<br/>
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Talim shook his head. He didn't want anything Paradox didn't want. Walking up to the trembling woman he grabbed her by her hair. With a swift motion of his hand he drove his fingers right through her. Ripping her heart out he tossed it on the ground. Paradox laughed loudly. <br/>
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"Good work Talim..."<br/>
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Again Talim just nodded. The rain washed his hands clean, but he still felt the warm crimson liquid dripping down his fingers. He walked, and walked, and walked until he reached an inn. It seemed to be loitered with shamans.<br/>
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"Shall I kill them all?"<br/>
"No, not yet... Why don't you get a room..."<br/>
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Talim just nodded heading into the Inn. He was soaked from head to toe. Every feather on his jacket lay limp just like his crimson hair. Paradox shrunk, shifting into the skull and wing pin, yhat rest just above a bloody heart pin. When the Shopkeep offered him a towel he took out a wallet full of money. <br/>
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"I just want a room...The biggest one you have...."<br/>
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Paradox didn't like small rooms... He always felt trapped. Talim always remembered to get a large room just for him. Once the man handed him his key he headed to his room. Talim stripped down to his boxers and hung his clothes up in the bathroom to dry. He was always conscious of his health or Paradox would scold him. Running his fingers through his crimson hair he headed back into the bedroom where he plopped down onto the bed. <br/>
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