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*none of the force does anything to my body, and the vector of the shard reverses immediately as you change it, turning it back toward me* It doesn't belong to you, either.
Mordric: see, it actually does. I forged them myself. The sword was created through my influence. It's was so powerful that not even I could master it, so I shattered it, and scattered it in the form of shards. A human found it and reforged it, then found out its power was too much for them. They also shattered it, and scattered the shards. This went on for centuries. Now, the time has come when I am ready to wield this sword once again, but I alone will be its master.
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I'm always nice.
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Not on my watch!
*Psychokinetic force pushes the shard away as it flies into my grasp*
*laughs malevolently, and hits you with so much force all of your ribs break, whilst not even moving a muscle, as if the air itself is what hit you*
You little punk, you couldn't even scratch me, so why try to take something of mine? Do you and Ma'at wish to die here?