*He chuckles from behind John.*
"[b]And so you shall. But not yet. The Obsidian Blade of the Caragors is an artifact that I try not to use to often, as there is severe risk should I accidentally cut myself. An immediate effect, which you're currently under, messes with your movements though the nerves between your muscles and your brain, and then proceeds to wreak havoc on your nerves, eventually shutting them all down after hours of pain and spasming. And all this from...an ant.[/b]"
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"N....never... NEVER!" [b]he feels any form of teleportation lock, azazael stand behind him, casting some sort of aura over him as John hobbles over. [/b]
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"I... will... PREVAIL!" [b]he charges him[/b]
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*He continues to laugh as he retrieved the blade, and disappears into the nearest shadow, using it to escape with his prize. Fenrir had been fighting the Fear Mongers with Azazael, but rushed over once they were all dead.*
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"Hey vrael... Wh-what brrrrings you here..." [b]he collapses to the ground and begins to spasm and writhe around In pain[/b]