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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."
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As do I mag.
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"Now. You can stick around. Speak to some others. Or you can go. Your choice"
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I'll stick around a little, see who's here, thanks
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[b]Magrim nods, getting to his feet and walking away [/b]
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*Mortar looks around at all the Dight. He never really met any of them, they all came when he was dead, so he starts walking around, hoping to introduce himself properly*
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Edited by Royal Blade: 9/12/2016 7:31:48 PM[b]There was a man with a blind fold, speaking to man in a Mask. The mask showed a face of curiosity, as if they were telling stories [/b]