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Fate/Claws Out

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"What kind of monster....ar-are you?!" Caster choked out struggling in Logan-sensei's grasp. She had blown a literal hole in his heart, yet he did not fall no he stood back up with a growl his claws drawn out What should have been impossible became possible when sensei's wound started healing at an unnatural rate "I'm...the Wolverine!" he roared sheathing his claws into her chest. Caster gasps dropping to the ground and ever so slowly she began to fade away. Discord: https: //discord.gg/ZvPEpsCajv Author's Note: -Mc is someone from Earth that has forgotten most of his previous life due to living for so long and experiencing the horrors of the nasuverse -Mc has lived long enough to witness many hero's become legends -Mc is a playboy -Mc's healing rate is very insane and far better than any other Wolverine varient -Mc won't get any adamantium poisoning -Mc doesn't know crap about Fate he wasn't much of an anime fan - I also don't update much because of college and personal health problem (nothing bad just stuff I need to do at the gym)
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