Scope

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"Put your hands on her one more time" the boy exclaimed.

His arms were spread apart as he shielded a young girl who couldn't have been older than six years old.

  "Hey, Dickweed." A foot collided with his rib causing him to cough himself back into the present.
  "Are you alright? We were sparing and you just passed out." A girl with raven hair with fading blue hair stood over him with her pale arms crossed. Her body seemed to clink together and she reached to help him. The girl's hip was adorned with glass bottles filled with multi colored liquids and herbs. Scope peeled himself up from the boiling asphalt.
  "Was kicking me really all that necessary, Salem?"
  "Nothing else worked, we used smelling salts, potions, herbs. Your ass was out. Scope, you should see the c.n (camp nurse)."
  Scope took a sharp breath,
  "You kicked me with a fucking pair of steel tip boots!  My rib is probably fucking broken, thanks." He spit red onto the ground, and sauntered off.

  "Scope, I'm sorry." Salem blew her heavy bangs out of her clear blue eyes.

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