Akron cut down the small group of enemies then turned his attention to a larger group of enemies. A particularly large opponent stepped to Akron. He charged towards Akron trying to use his massive weight to its advantage. Akron however simply sidestepped and stabbed the behemoth in the throat.
He pulled out the sword and suddenly threw it at Ryker. Behind him a chaos legionary gurgled and fell over as the sword sank pommel deep into him.
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Ryker notices this and looks at Akron as he gets closer. "Akron!"
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Akron pulled out the sword but didn't look at Ryker. He turned his back but didn't walk away yet.
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"Akron!" He called again but realized he was being ignored, with a troubled look on his face he begins fighting again.
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Akron paused and hesitated pondering. After thirty counts he shook his head continued off not looking back.
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Ryker's face fell. What was wrong with his friend?
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Akron cleared the local area, the battle wasn't over but it did simmer down, enough for Akron to look at the corpses. He sighed and was swallowed back into the shadows before the next wave of enemies came.
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"What is wrong with Akron...?"