{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
5/25/2016 7:58:46 PM
1
"I'm questioning whether I am or not."
you both flinch at the sound of roaring in the distance. after the roaring stops, sounds of tearing flesh flow into the room.
"not that I don't want to stay and chat, but I think we need to get out of this place."
English
-
*Mortar lands on his feet, then hurls some iron balls at you*
-
Erik lifts his hand the balls stop in mid air then fly back at you.
-
*Mortar jumps to the side as his eyes turn black, his pupils crimson* no no no no no. *He lunges at you, sword aimed at your head*
-
I duck narrowly avoiding the blade. "what the hell?"
-
*He turns around, releasing a barrage of iron balls* You shall not win. [spoiler]Say hello to Gore, the personality trait that Mortar wished he never had. This was him 50 years, give or take a couple, before he met you, and 20,000 years before that[/spoiler]
-
*Gore summons two swords, both an unidentifiable color, but glowing with red plasma*
-
Erik rolls to the right avoiding most of the heavy objects, but gets clipped by the last one.
