Point-of-View: Baraqiel Baraqijal
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I crashed onto the ground with a devastating impact, skidding across the dirt before coming to an abrupt halt as I slammed against the side of a building. I shakily got back onto my feet as clouds of dust billowed out and rose up, stumbling slightly.
What the hell was that substance? My body's regeneration has dealt with it now, but that effect, even with my dulled sense of pain, it was agonizing.
Damn it, where are the Hunters that were supposedly dispatched?! Should they not have arrived by now?!
No, I need to compose myself. Losing my temper will only make things worse for myself. Remember, despite my superior power, they are more skilled than I am.
I can't see or sense them at the moment, but the same should apply to them too. Until this dust cloud clears, I-...
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