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@AbyssalArbiter “Eh-”
“Your /bath water EXPLODES!?”/
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A pattern that stood as an eternal battleground, doomed to loop again and again. Where only two things mattered. Movement capability, and intelligence.
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For all things that fought here could claim a kill in but one move. No martial ->
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He was in a chair. The house was dark. Nothing was sat across from him.
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In front of him, an innocuous little table, with a pattern in the center.
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A pattern of alternating, monochrome squares.
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“…right. You drop in my house, shattering my roof and making a big hole in the second floor. You’re bulked up enough in those high heels to almost break through the ground floor into my basement. You explain NOTHING. And you point a jittery toothpick at me.”
-> https://t.co/tDMyx1yOna
>said to beat up whatever was pissing you off enough to talk upside down earlier!”
Following the flow of his instincts, the punk made sure the two arcs he struck with melted as he hit the ground, and reformed following his next swing into a wave of strikes stabbing out with ->
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Fight back. Swinging his arms forward, arcs of blood formed right in front of him, solidified into spikes, and surged forward with him, likely hitting the cigarette away and /less/ likely giving the godly brat a welcome stabbing for the trouble.
“You really are a moron! I ->
>smirk of his own.
“You like putting on a play like that, do ya? Who’s your audience? Or do ya maybe have a puppet master? If I actually cared, that last one might scare me!”
>her, I don’t know her and I don’t wanna know her. Just remember you ain’t dealing with a human in mind or in body.”
“…wait, why the hell am I even telling you any of this?”