[spoiler]has been spooked[/spoiler]
*3 arms of shadow come from my chest and aim massive hand cannons at you, I grab my double bladed scythe with the other*
Who might you be?
English
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The queen, you poor soul. What ails you?
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*aim stays on you* Nothing ails me, and I am no poor soul. From hell and back is quite the journey, that I will say.
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*lands in front of queen* You have to go through me *draws end of legends*
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[spoiler]is gone[/spoiler]
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Then how may I be of assistance to you, friend?
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I need time...
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Time.