Author: Tabasco
Date: Jul 17, 2008 19:35
... two...one...synchro start," she firmly pressed the green button so marked on her console. "All right, let's go," she murmured,... AT field. Her foe staggered, but still forged ahead at reduced speed. Gravely wounded, but obviously still game for a fight, the.... Transient nausea, disorientation, and a feeling of being somehow stretched were by now so familiar as to be beneath notice. ...
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