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PHOCT Rib of Adam: Part 7At his back, Rin’s short patience had worn thin. She hissed an irritated, “Enough of this,” and lunged.PHOCT Rib of Adam: Part 7 by *phantomdeus
“Rin, no!” Ron tried to snatch her back the same moment wings exploded out of his back, but she was too quick. The man was quicker—and more, he had a set of his own wings that looked mirrored to the Ghost. Ron wasn’t sure if they had always been there, and like seeing a snake where there was a man, he hadn’t noticed them, or if they had appeared suddenly. To be honest, Ron didn’t care.
The Ghost surged forward into the air with Ron’s body and Ron shouted, “Rin, get back o
PHOCT Rib of Adam: Part 6Ron shook his head, suddenly feeling like he was waking and shaking off the last surreal sensations of a half forgotten dream. A man was standing there; blonde-haired, eyes judging, and hands clasped patiently behind his back. He was taller than Ron, and middle-aged. And he wore a simple grey suit.PHOCT Rib of Adam: Part 6 by *phantomdeus
“Rin, behind me!” Ron snapped into action, half-pushing the girl behind him as he tensed. Rin put her hand on the hilt, ready to lash out her sword at razor sharp speed. The man didn’t look exactly like Robert Bakus, but the similarities were still there, enough that Ron questioned out an unsure, “Benefactor?” As far
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