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  1. Sounds cool but I think the Hork-Bajir are an alien race from the animorphs series, might want to change that if you decide to write this into a book :-). Also characters who can manipulate time/space tend to become a bit OP if you don't do them really well so be careful with that.
  2. Quick introduction to a character I want to do a mistborn vs mistborn fight with, never really written anything before but I really wanted to do my own Allomantic fight and there's no point writing it down just for myself because I can just imagine it :P. (grammer and spelling may also suck because I haven't really had write anything longer than a few sentences since I left school). Erco walked through the middle of the deserted street, the mists swirled around him forming patterns which quickly dissolved into nothingness almost as soon as they were created. As always it felt strange being alone in place which, during the day, would be alive with activity. He took a coin from his pouch and began idly throwing it back and forth between his hands as he went. He continued like this for a while until, without warning, without even breaking his stride he dropped the coin, flared steal and Pushed himself up into the mists twisting as he went until he was facing the roof of the building on the right then, igniting his iron he Pulled gently on some nails to bring himself adjacent to the roof then immediately switched to Pushing on them to give himself a soft landing. Then snapped his tin enhanced gaze onto the man crouched across the road from him. All of this occurred in few seconds time and rather surprised the Coinshot spy who had thought, until this point, that he had been doing a pretty damnation good job of trailing a Mistborn, he gave a very unprofessional yelp and nearly fell off the roof he had been watching Erco from. With a barely audible sigh at the sheer incompetence of some of the Mistings the other houses used to follow him Erco flared his pewter as high as he could and leapt gracefully across the street landing a few feet to the left of the still startled Coinshot. To his credit the man did manage to get a few coins flying towards him, three missed and the fourth grazed his right arm, Erco completely ignored the attack, relying on pewter to block out the pain, which caught the Coinshot, who was preparing for a pushing match with a far stronger allomancer off guard and allowed Erco to barrel into him unhindered. They both clattered to the floor but Erco, flaring pewter, rolled over the other man’s body grabbing a handful of clothing on the way and yanked, bringing the dazed Coinshot up with him. Then, extinguishing his pewter completely to avoid knocking the man senseless or breaking anything important , he punched him in the face and flared his iron Pulling the man’s coin pouch off into the night. “Ok what’s your name, who sent you blah blah blah?” The bloodied coinshot opened his mouth “My na-“ “Hold on you’re actually just going to tell me?” laughed Erco “Come on man I wasn’t even really trying to find out, my interrogation had to words ‘blah blah blah’ in it for the Lord Rulers sake.” “Oh um-“ “You have to be the worst spy I’ve ever been trailed by” “Well I-“ “And I once got followed be a Tineye who got so distracted trying to see where I had gone that he failed to hear me sneak up behind him.” “Um sorry?” “Why are you apologizing to me, well I suppose for being an annoying distraction on my night of moping in the mists but still” “Yes, yes that’s it sorry for annoying you sir” “Lord Ruler what is wrong with you?” Erco rolled his eyes to the heavens “You know what, you can go it would just be cruel to do anything else to you. Tell your master you tried to Push off a rake or something, it will be slightly less embarrassing than the truth.” He dropped a coin between them, holding another in his pewter strengthened grip in case the Coinshot decided to do something even more stupid. The man hesitated for a second then muttered; “The thing about terrible spies is... they make brilliant distractions” Then he pushed himself away into the night.
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