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5/11/2020 3:21:31 PM
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[i]A figure in long, black robes glides into the arena, her feet not even touching the ground. Her hands are folded behind her back, and long, rose gold hair drapes down her neck. A lightsaber hilt rests on her left hip, and a micro smg on her right. She smiles a wicked smile as blue light flashes briefly in her purple eyes.[/i] "Hell-spawn? I would do battle with thee."
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“With all due respect, I refuse.”
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[i]She laughs, and bows slightly.[/i] "Cowardice will get you nowhere, ma cherie. Au revoir." [i]She hovers away.[/i]
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“Who are you?”
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“What are your terms of a spar?”, she asks*
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[i]The figure has already drifted away, your opportunity passed.[/i]
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Ok good I didn’t want Keria to die or Prosërpine to nuke the place. But curiosity is a -blam!-.
