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"Thank you."
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No prob
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"Now. The reason I asked you to come is simple. I have questions."
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Oh, I thought you wanted to fight. What questions?
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[b]He laughs [/b] "My question was, would you like to duel now?"
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*Mortar smiles, forming his blade* I would love to
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"Excellent!" [b]Magrim draws his own sword and shield [/b]
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You get the first move
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[b]He gets into phalanx formation, moving forward and stabbing at you [/b]
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*He jumps back, slashing at your dominant hand*
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[b]Magrim blocks it with the shield, pushing forwards and trying to hit you [/b]
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*Mortar is knocked back slightly, but regains his balance and tries to hit the hilt in your face*
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[b]Magrim blocks the attack once more. He slashes at you, leaving room for an attack if you take the hit, or dodge it right [/b]
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*The shot hits his shoulder and he recoils but slashes his weak spot*
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[b]Magrim, unable to block is stabbed through the Leg. He moves backwards with a limp, going back into formation [/b]
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*Mortar backs up as well, giving him time*
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[b]Magrim charges forward, shield in front of him [/b]
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*Mortar darts backwards almost as quickly, waiting for you to tire before making a move*
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[b]He keeps charging [/b]
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*He suddenly leaps forward, tackling Magrim and knocking his shield off his arm*
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[b]As the shield falls off, he stabs at you [/b]
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*You get his left shoulder and he grunts, punching your face. His blade seems to have melted down his arm and turned into knuckledusters*
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[b]Magrim is taken aback, stumbling backwards [/b]
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*Mortar gets up, dusting himself off* This is fun
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[b]Magrim stretches [/b] "Very."