{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
5/26/2016 8:30:26 PM
1
the both of you turn to the left and continue. you walk for 100 yards and the corridor breaks into a large room. the ceiling towering over you both. on the other side is a huge set of doors, eliminated by two torches on both sides. Erik walks toward the door. suddenly a massive figure falls from the ceiling slamming into the floor between the two of you. it faces you with massive horns and razor sharp claws protruding from its skin. it wreaks of dead flesh and its eyes are trained on you.
English
-
*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.
