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*sticks my hand out in a finger gun and a beam fires out from it and when contact is made an explosive eruption of flame*
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*Briefly possesses his body and conjures bands of magic across both of our bodies that link together and erupt into a catastrophic explosion*
*Disappears into the smoke and flames, but emerges in a slightly different spot looking none the worse for wear*
It’s annoying that I never figured out how to get my hands on you, but I suppose it doesn’t matter much if this is all.
*Pulls out a communicator-esque device and simply glances at its screen*
Something tells me it’ll hurt when you learn none of you are getting paid.