"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
While Flames cries out her victory, Liberty shoots up from the ground and kicks her leg making her fall to the ground with a loud thud. Liberty looks at Jade and glares at her.
Liberty looks at the two of them suspiciously, "Don't go around playing, kids." she snorted, "You might lose a hand." Liberty smirked and snapped her fingers. Suddenly, a horse appeared. Liberty mounted and galloped away.
By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return. — Genesis 3:19
POW! I threw a punch at your hand Flames!
