**Holy crap, Kanji-kun was right, I love it! XD~!! OOoo... nice one kanji! Look who's coming up with the spicy words now? =P Alright, so I'm up next ^^ Sigh, you ended the fight so fast I can't add to it =P Oh well 
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"Oh? And what're you going to do? Stuff me into any available dragon's snout or something?", Suzette replies, her expression surprisingly nonchalant, a little smile crevassing her lips.
"I'd have probably done that. Just count yourself lucky I haven't fully recuperated from my last fight with the Golden General." I threaten her in the darkness, surpressing a cough. I can't let her know she's managed to extensively open the old wounds Thrandos gave me. An excruciating ache suddenly reasonates through my stomach to my chest, causing me to writhe painfully.
"Did my punch really pack that much of an impact?", she asks in a sneering manner, seemingly noticing the notion of inner-struggling I subconsciously exhibit outwardly.
"... I've taken way heavier blows than that mere child's play, though I got to admit that was a quite display of cleverly orchestrated techniques.", I agitatedly confess.
"Wh-", Suzette starts, but I intervene abruptly with a lucid gesture of my hand and hold my breath for a moment. There, by the entrance of the slate-constructed dungeon, a spectacular sight of a sunrise is bestowed upon us. The bright sunlight drifts through the dungeon like a refreshing flow of happiness breaking off every hindering restriction and drowning the weak glow of the dragon emblem. And in the distance, just in the mere distance, I swear my eyes catch something emerald...
**Sorry, writer's block 
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