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5/30/2016 7:33:33 PM
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*Mortar lands on his feet, then hurls some iron balls at you*
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Erik lifts his hand the balls stop in mid air then fly back at you.
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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*
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I duck narrowly avoiding the blade. "what the hell?"
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*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]
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*Gore summons two swords, both an unidentifiable color, but glowing with red plasma*
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Erik rolls to the right avoiding most of the heavy objects, but gets clipped by the last one.
