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I can try to drain it. How are you with combat?
∆: Well, I did survive a post-apocalyptic world for about 18 years with only one arm and occasional shut-downs, so... Pretty good.
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I can try to drain it. How are you with combat?
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*A river of blood rushes into the alleyway, threatening to drown the both of you*
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No, I mean—your shield! What's it doing?
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W-woah! What is that?
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*The portal dances and warbles before stretching into a sheet across the entire alley, coating it in pitch darkness and raining down knives from above*
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*The butterflies glitch back into place as the flesh is healed and you hear in your mind "not a game!" completing the sentence as the butterflies turn into sharp spikes of light and target you in your hidden space*
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*A giant arm erupts from the burning flesh, scattering the arms and seizing both of you in its grasp*
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Not—good!
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*With no clear source, bloody hands with missing fingernails emerge from the portal, reaching out and grabbing it by its sides and stretching toward both of you*
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We need to get out of this world, ASAP.
*Takes you by the wrist and runs down an alley*
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Random pedestrian: HOLY HELL!! *Screamed at the lightning hitting Misty*