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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."
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*As Mag stretches Mortar tackles him, holding his arms down and keeping his knee on Mag's gut*
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[b]Magrim [/b] "Congratulations on your win."
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*Mortar raises a brow* Really? You're a skilled warrior, and I'm a demonic millennial.
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"Exactly! Congratulations. Would have lost." [b]A grin dances across his lips, showing how he knows you were gonna win either way [/b]
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Alright. But if you simply let me win I'm gonna punch you in the teeth. *Mortar slowly gets up off of you*
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"How am I gonna beat you? Ex god?"
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Eh... I'm much more vulnerable when fighting, you just gotta learn me
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"Practice makes perfect
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Yeah, I guess.
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"I look forward to round two."