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5/30/2016 8:55:57 PM
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*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*
English
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I duck narrowly avoiding the blade. "what the hell?"
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BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
*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] -
BrandRobKus
Bramd - old
*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.
