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  A tall black man, stands on a boardwalk with eight men. "Now, I think you're all wondering why I asked for you to come here. You are all my most talented soldiers. I wanted to tell you that we will be heading to the Bronx. A large Conclave is goin' down. Now I could only bring eight of you. It's kind of a of weird that are only 9 of us." " No friggin kiddin'." Interrupts a muscular man, wearing a blue and black vest. In fact, the rest of them were wearing blue and black vests. If you had lived in their city, you would know them as the Bluecrosses. And this is their story. "Shut your mouth Goliath!" Yelled a short yet powerful solider. "Plato,Goliath quit your arguing!" " But Battle Axe! he started it!" Said Plato. " All I ask you to do is paint, Not be a smart Alic." You tell em' warlord!" Yells Goliath. " Goliath you shut it! Now as I was saying, I chose you for your skills. Cab, your warcheif. If I get racked I want you to take over." A man with medium-long hay colored hair done in a skater do nods. " Cobalt, Memory man. I want you to remember every thing that might be of use to us." A short man with bright red hair nods. "Turtle Boy, your bearer, carry the bread and get us on the subway." Chimera, Goliath, your muscle." Chimera, who had his hair tied into a pony tail nodded. Goliath with his spiked black hair rolled his eyes. "Snake, your middle-man, just solider." A lean man with brow hair smiled. "Dragon, your music man." A tall black haired man with a blue dragon tattooed on his arm nods. "Now, lets get goin'! Battle Axe ties on a blue headband walks down the boardwalk, and the others start to follow..
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So, thats part one of my story more to come if you like.
