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Darksoul, in the guise of a tall man in black robes, stands, surrounded on all sides by humans wielding spears and pikes. "Surrender, or we will use force." He smiles. "No, no. That's not how it goes. It should be-" He looks up, his eyes glowing. "Surrender, or I will use force." His hands glow with his dread power, and the humans tremble in fear, but refuse to lower their weapons. He lashes out at them, and they collapse, clutching their stomachs. "What...have you done?" They fall over, and lay on the ground, writhing in pain.