Raphael nodded and stood silently staring around the now silent room. The fifty-odd guardians expectantly stared into his burning gaze, hungry for battle. Raphael stood as stone; his crimson armor glowed, and crackled with fire at the edges; the flames reflecting in his steely eyes. He towered over... Sign in to see full entry.
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