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	"..We will fight, but not here. If we were to fight within the hive, we would risk collapsing the tunnel in on ourselves, and I doubt you'd wish to be robbed by a mass of rock trapping you, and I. We will battle outside, and we shall turn the soil red before our battle ends..." Gram says. "For you, will not face Gram of the gentle fist...you carry the smell of the inferno with you. Today, you face Gram, the last Tarkatan....and I will show you the mercy of being broken against a foe unlike any you have met before..." He adds, before noting Maka pinned to the ground. Reaching over, Gram grabs the trident, steam rising out of his grip, but he does not flinch, as he knelt down. 
	"Hmph. Barbs. Something that rips on the way out? Where's the challenge in that?" He asks, as he pinches the trident's points off of the rest of the weapon, and then carefully works them out of Maka, showing an almost unnatural control of his strength. Now free, Maka scrambles back, her eyes showing fear of the Dreadlord. Gram then rises, and looks to Khaine. "Follow me...." He says, walking towards the Hive's exit.