-dodges left taking a glancing blow to the shoulder void sheild flaring as it tries and fails to blunt the blow-
Now now little one I didn't come for trouble.
-Mechandrites spring to life-
But I'm never one to refuse one so eager.
English
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*draws power sword* Repent of your ways, and I may grant you mercy.
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You seek battle as fast as one of Khorne and fail to see the power you give him. -holds up a polished chainsword that pulse blue with power- But I should warn you one doesn't escape one of the arena world's without trails.