el-remmen
Moderator Emeritus
Session #93 (part ii)
“Sweet Nephthys! What is that?” Dorn swore, drawing the Left Blade of Arofel.
“Ratchis, what is the matter with you?” Bastian said, struggling to free himself as the hulkish half-orc carried him towards the portal.
“Snuffles, we got a serious bitch to deal with here,” Gunthar called, hustling through the central area of the chamber to face the laughing demoness.
Aitan Absalom grabbed the sapphire from the pedestal, not waiting for Kazrack’s assent and moved up the hallway opposite that Ora Amira El stood in. In a moment, he was obscured by darkness. Somewhere in that darkness Sergio also hid.
Ratchis turned and dropped Bastian, noticing the demoness for the first time. “We must destroy this abomination!” He cast protection from evil on Gunthar. Roland hurried out of the range of the demon and cast a healing spell on Ratchis as he was still suffering wounds from the battle with the para-elementals. (1)
Ora Amira El’s laughter continued as she leapt back avoiding a chop of Gunthar’s sword. She leaned forward, her four bloated breasts jiggling beneath her, and stuck out a long black tongue set with a red-jeweled stud. She exhaled and a jet of flame washed over Ratchis, Martin, Gunthar and Dorn.
Dorn screamed in agony and turned away from the fire, stumbling off as he swatted his smoldering clothing. Kazrack came out from the central area, his enchanted halberd set before him, but the demoness’ great size gave her reach. She reached down with her black claws and grabbed hold of Kazrack’s right arm. The black metal grieve crunched as she twisted. The dwarf felt his bones and tendons protest and blood seeped out from the seams as he jerked free. (2) He bellowed from the agony and his attack was thrown off line.
Ora Amira El continued to laugh, leaping back to avoid more blows from Gunthar who moved in.
“Exarchus expulsioné ad labyrinthia! Martin chanted, hoping to dismiss the outsider, but as the arcane energy faded, the watch-mage knew that such spells would not work in Hurgun’s Maze. He sighed.
Ratchis ducked past her and swung his great sword, but she reached down and flicked the blade back with a pair of fingers and a wink.
“Keep up the pressure! She is off-balance!” Kazrack rallied his companions.
“Fools! You should flee while you still can! I expected one of my children to free me, but you will do just as well,” Ora Amira El mocked. She spun and grabbed up Ratchis, squeezing the big half-man against her naked body with all four of her muscular arms. His sword was trapped below him. “Ooh! My! But you are a strong one, aren’t you?” She breathed her foul breath like burned rotten fish into his face, smiling all the while. She squeezed and Ratchis struggled to keep from exhaling.
“Your children? I hope you’re not talking about Mozek, bitch, because we already killed that little snot,” Roland said, as he crept forward and cast aid on Kazrack.
“Come on! We shouldn’t be fighting. Just leave her… Oh no!” Bastian finally came into the light to see the fight. “Where did the Lady go?”
“Come and help us fight! Now!” Kazrack commanded, shoving his halberd at the demoness’ feet to trip her. She was able to deftly leap, still holding tightly to the squirming Ratchis. And Kazrack almost lost his grip on the weapon when he tried it again, and was forced to pull back.
“Lentus!” Martin chanted, but the spell failed.
“Kill… Her…” Ratchis managed to croak as he failed to break free. She stepped back, turning to use Ratchis as a shield as she did. Because of this, Roland was able to reach out and touch the Friar of Nephthys, casting cure serious wounds on him, to keep him alive a little longer.
“Once I have broken your physical will nothing Nephthys can do will save your mental will, my sweet,” Ora Amira El whispered to Ratchis in a lover’s voice as she held him close.
“Martin! What should I do?” Dorn asked, staying out of the melee.
“Don’t get yourself killed,” Martin replied, as he saw Kazrack try to leap into the grapple to pull the demon’s arms away from his friend. She turned quickly and slammed the dwarf with the half-orc, driving him back. Gunthar stepped between her and the portal she was making for still holding Ratchis, however his blade could not cut her thick hide. The distraction allowed Ratchis to wiggle free and fall to the ground. He rolled away, but felt one of her claws rip into his back as he did, and even more blood was running down his side.
Bastian hurried into the central portion of the chamber and grabbed up the satchel that Gunthar had been looking into before everyone had been freed from the mirror. He reached in for the sword hilt he though would be inside and then cried out in fear as the brim of the satchel transformed into a salivating maw that tried to bite his hand off. Bastian was barely able to jerk his hand free and drop the satchel. He took a moment to look at it. It was a normal satchel again. He shrugged his shoulders and hurried back out to the battle, hammer in hand.
Ora Amira El spun, still laughing, dancing a ruinous dance as blades and blows bounced off her to no effect. Suddenly the stomping of her feet in time was echoed by the crackle and flash of black energy that leapt out in all directions, and for a moment everyone’s body jerked in rhythmic spasms from the agony.
Roland called to Bast and a blast of searing light lit up the room for moment, put Ora Amira El leapt aside easily, her laughter was becoming maddening to the Bastite.
The Keepers of the Gate gathered back near the portal that led to the modron audience chamber, or at least that was where they had come from.
“You guys take care of this bitch, I am out of here!” Gunthar said, making as if to leap through.
“Yes, everyone back through the portal! Quick!” Martin said, beginning to push Roland through.
“This isn’t over, bitch!” Roland said, looking over his shoulder as he went through. The demoness had calmly walked over to the pedestal where the black sapphire had been. Martin the Green leapt through after Roland.
“Where is Aiten?” Kazrack asked, looking around. “He went through that portal past there!”
Bastian said, pointing to the left hallway as he stepped through the portal as well.
“Sweetling in the back? Yes, you there!” Ora Amira El was walking over, her shape changing to something closer to a normal woman. For a moment her extra arms and breasts were gone and so was the age of Lady Elvira Vaporina Viento. She was a beautiful voluptuous naked young woman. She kissed the tips of her fingers and waved at Dorn. “Please do your best to keep your friends from getting in my way too much. Will you?” She stepped into the darkness.
Dorn took two halting steps towards where the demon had been and Gunthar leapt through the portal. Half a moment later, Sergio came hustling out of the darkened corridor he was hiding in and leapt to the portal as well.
“Dorn! We have to get out of here,” Ratchis said to his friend, pulling at him,. But Dorn stumbled forward again.
”We should just do whatever she wants that way no one gets hurt,” Dorn said. Ratchis put a hand on the man’s shoulder.
“Kazrack, go! I have Dorn,” Ratchis said, but in that moment Aiten’s Absalom’s voice came from the darkened hall. “Kazrack! Help me!”
Kazrack was about to step through the portal, but he turned and walked away from it instead. Dorn broke free of Ratchis’ grip.
“Kazrack, that voice…” Ratchis began.
“Dorn, please come help me find Master Absalom,” Kazrack said, trying to grab Dorn as well. He clutched the warrior about the waist and dragged him back towards the portal. Dorn struggled against him.
“Don’t worry, my love, I won’t let them hurt you,” Dorn called. He broke free of Kazrack’s grip and leapt towards the dark hallway just as Ora Amira El stepped out of it. She stroked his hair with a great hand, now back in her four-armed form.
“Momma, loves you, Dorn,” she said. Ratchis leapt towards them to grab Dorn away, but she deftly reached over the Herman-lander and snatched Ratchis by the wrist. Ora Amira El pulled him off his feet as if he were a child and suddenly had him smothered against her chest by her two right arms. Dorn climbed up into her left arms and she began to kiss him passionately, licking his mouth and jabbing her putrid tongue into it. Dorn’s head swooned.
“Oh, sweet momma’s baby, you are so delicious,” she said. Ratchis managed to break her grip as Kazrack grabbed Dorn’s ankle and tried to pull him free, but Dorn kicked the dwarf’s hands away. Ratchis stepped in as well, but Ora Amira El turned away and with another wet kiss set Dorn to sit on the ground; patting him on the head. (3)
“His soul will be nice for an appetizer, but I am not leaving here without a real prize,” she said, looking from Kazrack to Ratchis. Kazrack ducked and ran beneath her reach grabbing Dorn and dragging him back towards the opposite portal from the ones the others had gone through. The demoness reached out with a claw and caught Dorn in the chest, ripping a great wound. Dorn passed out as blood began to seep quickly from the wound.
“Oh dear! I didn’t mean to do that!” Ora Amira El feigned shame covering her mouth with one hand and cocking her head. Ratchis took the moment to dash past her, sliding over towards Dorn and casting cure minor wounds to stabilize him.
“Ulp!” Ratchis felt the greater succubus grab his ankle and drag him back, pulling him into another bear hug. He felt his ribs crunch and he could not help but gasp. He felt her grip tighten even more and everything went blurry for a half moment as she spun around and fell. For a moment he thought he was free and then felt something sharp slip into his side. He looked up to see Kazrack’s face growing pale and then all went black.
Kazrack pulled his pole-arm back, cursing his over-eagerness to strike her while she was down. (4)
Ora Amira El stood, dropping the dying half-orc to the floor. “Flee, Kazrack! I let you go free as long as you leave your friends behind.”
Kazrack chopped down at Ora Amira El and she put out her forearm to block the blow and smoking green blood flowed out from the wound and she cried out.
“Taste my weapon, fiend!” Kazrack said.
“Ooh! Don’t you have more important things to do?” she asked the dwarf. “Aren’t you willing to sacrifice your friends to do be able to go do whatever it is you are here to do? I am sure your other companions have already bumbled into some other jeopardy. Don’t you think it is time you go gather them up?”
Kazrack shook his head, resisting the seeming reasonableness of her words. He chopped at her again, but she leapt back shaking her head disapprovingly.
“You know, I do love the feel of a dwarf beard against my cunny,” she said to him. “We could make some time and I can squeeze you out a litter of sons to carve a dwarven empire with.”
Kazrack roared and thrust at her, but she leapt back again.
“Okay, how about we play a different game?” She winked and flapped her wings taking to the air. Kazrack swung futilely, but she was able to land behind him, between Dorn and Ratchis. The pool of blood around Ratchis did not seem to be getting any bigger. (5) “How about you choose between your friends? The one who survives will grow to resent you. It is my favorite kind of choice: Between suffering and mental anguish.”
Kazrack gritted his teeth and took a step forward, grabbing Ratchis’ collar. He pulled the half-orc away from the demoness.
“Oh! You choose that one? Fine, then I choose this one,” She scooped up Dorn and tucked him under her lower right arm. She took a step back towards the portal behind her. “What fun I will have twisting him into… oh, whatever strikes my whim, I guess!” She winked.
Kazrack grasped his halberd with both hands and whispering a pray, he charged. He ducked her clawed hand and thrust his halberd into Dorn’s neck. The dwarf felt tears streaming down into his beard, but better Dorn die by his hand than whatever his fate might have been if she left with him alive.
“I absolutely love it when friends are forced to kill their friends,” Ora Amira El said with relish. “The emotion tastes so wonderful. Oh, the stories of delicious tragedy I could tell you if we only had the time…” She shifted Dorn’s corpse from one side of her body to the other unceremoniously. “Very well, he might still be of some use even dead. See ya later, buh-bye!” And with that she stepped through the opposite portal. (6)
Weeping, Kazrack cast a cure spell on Ratchis and gathering whatever loose equipment and weapons that others had dropped in the combat, he dragged the half-orc through the portal.
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Notes:
(1) See last session
(2) DM’s Note: This blow proves how useful having a story hour is. I actually rolled a critical hit with her attack of opportunity and the result was Apply Crit Multiplier +1 to Total Damage – Fort Save (DC 10 + ½ damage) or Arm Removed At Shoulder (+5 to save if shield), 3d4 bleeder crit. . Kazrack failed his roll and it seemed he was about to bleed out and die rather quickly. However, his player remembered the effect of the grieve, but having lost his bag with all his gaming stuff in a few weeks before, he did not have the info on it, and we could not remember if it was on right arm or the left arm. I dug out the ole story hour, did a quick search and found out it was the right arm, to cheers around the table. He then had to roll 50% chance to avoid the crit, which he succeeded at.
(3) DM’s Note: Ora Amira El’s kiss drains 1d2 wisdom.
(4) DM’s Note: Kazrack rolled a fumble: Reflex save (DC 20) or hit friend, normal damage.
(5) Ratchis stabilized on his own.
(6) DM’s Note: This combat lasted 17 rounds beginning with the round in which Ratchis cast his dispel charm spell (see last session). The length in round of combats interests me because my group averages combat length much longer than most people think “remains fun” and yet it is those kind of exciting long combats that I find the most fun.
“Sweet Nephthys! What is that?” Dorn swore, drawing the Left Blade of Arofel.
“Ratchis, what is the matter with you?” Bastian said, struggling to free himself as the hulkish half-orc carried him towards the portal.
“Snuffles, we got a serious bitch to deal with here,” Gunthar called, hustling through the central area of the chamber to face the laughing demoness.
Aitan Absalom grabbed the sapphire from the pedestal, not waiting for Kazrack’s assent and moved up the hallway opposite that Ora Amira El stood in. In a moment, he was obscured by darkness. Somewhere in that darkness Sergio also hid.
Ratchis turned and dropped Bastian, noticing the demoness for the first time. “We must destroy this abomination!” He cast protection from evil on Gunthar. Roland hurried out of the range of the demon and cast a healing spell on Ratchis as he was still suffering wounds from the battle with the para-elementals. (1)
Ora Amira El’s laughter continued as she leapt back avoiding a chop of Gunthar’s sword. She leaned forward, her four bloated breasts jiggling beneath her, and stuck out a long black tongue set with a red-jeweled stud. She exhaled and a jet of flame washed over Ratchis, Martin, Gunthar and Dorn.
Dorn screamed in agony and turned away from the fire, stumbling off as he swatted his smoldering clothing. Kazrack came out from the central area, his enchanted halberd set before him, but the demoness’ great size gave her reach. She reached down with her black claws and grabbed hold of Kazrack’s right arm. The black metal grieve crunched as she twisted. The dwarf felt his bones and tendons protest and blood seeped out from the seams as he jerked free. (2) He bellowed from the agony and his attack was thrown off line.
Ora Amira El continued to laugh, leaping back to avoid more blows from Gunthar who moved in.
“Exarchus expulsioné ad labyrinthia! Martin chanted, hoping to dismiss the outsider, but as the arcane energy faded, the watch-mage knew that such spells would not work in Hurgun’s Maze. He sighed.
Ratchis ducked past her and swung his great sword, but she reached down and flicked the blade back with a pair of fingers and a wink.
“Keep up the pressure! She is off-balance!” Kazrack rallied his companions.
“Fools! You should flee while you still can! I expected one of my children to free me, but you will do just as well,” Ora Amira El mocked. She spun and grabbed up Ratchis, squeezing the big half-man against her naked body with all four of her muscular arms. His sword was trapped below him. “Ooh! My! But you are a strong one, aren’t you?” She breathed her foul breath like burned rotten fish into his face, smiling all the while. She squeezed and Ratchis struggled to keep from exhaling.
“Your children? I hope you’re not talking about Mozek, bitch, because we already killed that little snot,” Roland said, as he crept forward and cast aid on Kazrack.
“Come on! We shouldn’t be fighting. Just leave her… Oh no!” Bastian finally came into the light to see the fight. “Where did the Lady go?”
“Come and help us fight! Now!” Kazrack commanded, shoving his halberd at the demoness’ feet to trip her. She was able to deftly leap, still holding tightly to the squirming Ratchis. And Kazrack almost lost his grip on the weapon when he tried it again, and was forced to pull back.
“Lentus!” Martin chanted, but the spell failed.
“Kill… Her…” Ratchis managed to croak as he failed to break free. She stepped back, turning to use Ratchis as a shield as she did. Because of this, Roland was able to reach out and touch the Friar of Nephthys, casting cure serious wounds on him, to keep him alive a little longer.
“Once I have broken your physical will nothing Nephthys can do will save your mental will, my sweet,” Ora Amira El whispered to Ratchis in a lover’s voice as she held him close.
“Martin! What should I do?” Dorn asked, staying out of the melee.
“Don’t get yourself killed,” Martin replied, as he saw Kazrack try to leap into the grapple to pull the demon’s arms away from his friend. She turned quickly and slammed the dwarf with the half-orc, driving him back. Gunthar stepped between her and the portal she was making for still holding Ratchis, however his blade could not cut her thick hide. The distraction allowed Ratchis to wiggle free and fall to the ground. He rolled away, but felt one of her claws rip into his back as he did, and even more blood was running down his side.
Bastian hurried into the central portion of the chamber and grabbed up the satchel that Gunthar had been looking into before everyone had been freed from the mirror. He reached in for the sword hilt he though would be inside and then cried out in fear as the brim of the satchel transformed into a salivating maw that tried to bite his hand off. Bastian was barely able to jerk his hand free and drop the satchel. He took a moment to look at it. It was a normal satchel again. He shrugged his shoulders and hurried back out to the battle, hammer in hand.
Ora Amira El spun, still laughing, dancing a ruinous dance as blades and blows bounced off her to no effect. Suddenly the stomping of her feet in time was echoed by the crackle and flash of black energy that leapt out in all directions, and for a moment everyone’s body jerked in rhythmic spasms from the agony.
Roland called to Bast and a blast of searing light lit up the room for moment, put Ora Amira El leapt aside easily, her laughter was becoming maddening to the Bastite.
The Keepers of the Gate gathered back near the portal that led to the modron audience chamber, or at least that was where they had come from.
“You guys take care of this bitch, I am out of here!” Gunthar said, making as if to leap through.
“Yes, everyone back through the portal! Quick!” Martin said, beginning to push Roland through.
“This isn’t over, bitch!” Roland said, looking over his shoulder as he went through. The demoness had calmly walked over to the pedestal where the black sapphire had been. Martin the Green leapt through after Roland.
“Where is Aiten?” Kazrack asked, looking around. “He went through that portal past there!”
Bastian said, pointing to the left hallway as he stepped through the portal as well.
“Sweetling in the back? Yes, you there!” Ora Amira El was walking over, her shape changing to something closer to a normal woman. For a moment her extra arms and breasts were gone and so was the age of Lady Elvira Vaporina Viento. She was a beautiful voluptuous naked young woman. She kissed the tips of her fingers and waved at Dorn. “Please do your best to keep your friends from getting in my way too much. Will you?” She stepped into the darkness.
Dorn took two halting steps towards where the demon had been and Gunthar leapt through the portal. Half a moment later, Sergio came hustling out of the darkened corridor he was hiding in and leapt to the portal as well.
“Dorn! We have to get out of here,” Ratchis said to his friend, pulling at him,. But Dorn stumbled forward again.
”We should just do whatever she wants that way no one gets hurt,” Dorn said. Ratchis put a hand on the man’s shoulder.
“Kazrack, go! I have Dorn,” Ratchis said, but in that moment Aiten’s Absalom’s voice came from the darkened hall. “Kazrack! Help me!”
Kazrack was about to step through the portal, but he turned and walked away from it instead. Dorn broke free of Ratchis’ grip.
“Kazrack, that voice…” Ratchis began.
“Dorn, please come help me find Master Absalom,” Kazrack said, trying to grab Dorn as well. He clutched the warrior about the waist and dragged him back towards the portal. Dorn struggled against him.
“Don’t worry, my love, I won’t let them hurt you,” Dorn called. He broke free of Kazrack’s grip and leapt towards the dark hallway just as Ora Amira El stepped out of it. She stroked his hair with a great hand, now back in her four-armed form.
“Momma, loves you, Dorn,” she said. Ratchis leapt towards them to grab Dorn away, but she deftly reached over the Herman-lander and snatched Ratchis by the wrist. Ora Amira El pulled him off his feet as if he were a child and suddenly had him smothered against her chest by her two right arms. Dorn climbed up into her left arms and she began to kiss him passionately, licking his mouth and jabbing her putrid tongue into it. Dorn’s head swooned.
“Oh, sweet momma’s baby, you are so delicious,” she said. Ratchis managed to break her grip as Kazrack grabbed Dorn’s ankle and tried to pull him free, but Dorn kicked the dwarf’s hands away. Ratchis stepped in as well, but Ora Amira El turned away and with another wet kiss set Dorn to sit on the ground; patting him on the head. (3)
“His soul will be nice for an appetizer, but I am not leaving here without a real prize,” she said, looking from Kazrack to Ratchis. Kazrack ducked and ran beneath her reach grabbing Dorn and dragging him back towards the opposite portal from the ones the others had gone through. The demoness reached out with a claw and caught Dorn in the chest, ripping a great wound. Dorn passed out as blood began to seep quickly from the wound.
“Oh dear! I didn’t mean to do that!” Ora Amira El feigned shame covering her mouth with one hand and cocking her head. Ratchis took the moment to dash past her, sliding over towards Dorn and casting cure minor wounds to stabilize him.
“Ulp!” Ratchis felt the greater succubus grab his ankle and drag him back, pulling him into another bear hug. He felt his ribs crunch and he could not help but gasp. He felt her grip tighten even more and everything went blurry for a half moment as she spun around and fell. For a moment he thought he was free and then felt something sharp slip into his side. He looked up to see Kazrack’s face growing pale and then all went black.
Kazrack pulled his pole-arm back, cursing his over-eagerness to strike her while she was down. (4)
Ora Amira El stood, dropping the dying half-orc to the floor. “Flee, Kazrack! I let you go free as long as you leave your friends behind.”
Kazrack chopped down at Ora Amira El and she put out her forearm to block the blow and smoking green blood flowed out from the wound and she cried out.
“Taste my weapon, fiend!” Kazrack said.
“Ooh! Don’t you have more important things to do?” she asked the dwarf. “Aren’t you willing to sacrifice your friends to do be able to go do whatever it is you are here to do? I am sure your other companions have already bumbled into some other jeopardy. Don’t you think it is time you go gather them up?”
Kazrack shook his head, resisting the seeming reasonableness of her words. He chopped at her again, but she leapt back shaking her head disapprovingly.
“You know, I do love the feel of a dwarf beard against my cunny,” she said to him. “We could make some time and I can squeeze you out a litter of sons to carve a dwarven empire with.”
Kazrack roared and thrust at her, but she leapt back again.
“Okay, how about we play a different game?” She winked and flapped her wings taking to the air. Kazrack swung futilely, but she was able to land behind him, between Dorn and Ratchis. The pool of blood around Ratchis did not seem to be getting any bigger. (5) “How about you choose between your friends? The one who survives will grow to resent you. It is my favorite kind of choice: Between suffering and mental anguish.”
Kazrack gritted his teeth and took a step forward, grabbing Ratchis’ collar. He pulled the half-orc away from the demoness.
“Oh! You choose that one? Fine, then I choose this one,” She scooped up Dorn and tucked him under her lower right arm. She took a step back towards the portal behind her. “What fun I will have twisting him into… oh, whatever strikes my whim, I guess!” She winked.
Kazrack grasped his halberd with both hands and whispering a pray, he charged. He ducked her clawed hand and thrust his halberd into Dorn’s neck. The dwarf felt tears streaming down into his beard, but better Dorn die by his hand than whatever his fate might have been if she left with him alive.
“I absolutely love it when friends are forced to kill their friends,” Ora Amira El said with relish. “The emotion tastes so wonderful. Oh, the stories of delicious tragedy I could tell you if we only had the time…” She shifted Dorn’s corpse from one side of her body to the other unceremoniously. “Very well, he might still be of some use even dead. See ya later, buh-bye!” And with that she stepped through the opposite portal. (6)
Weeping, Kazrack cast a cure spell on Ratchis and gathering whatever loose equipment and weapons that others had dropped in the combat, he dragged the half-orc through the portal.
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Notes:
(1) See last session
(2) DM’s Note: This blow proves how useful having a story hour is. I actually rolled a critical hit with her attack of opportunity and the result was Apply Crit Multiplier +1 to Total Damage – Fort Save (DC 10 + ½ damage) or Arm Removed At Shoulder (+5 to save if shield), 3d4 bleeder crit. . Kazrack failed his roll and it seemed he was about to bleed out and die rather quickly. However, his player remembered the effect of the grieve, but having lost his bag with all his gaming stuff in a few weeks before, he did not have the info on it, and we could not remember if it was on right arm or the left arm. I dug out the ole story hour, did a quick search and found out it was the right arm, to cheers around the table. He then had to roll 50% chance to avoid the crit, which he succeeded at.
(3) DM’s Note: Ora Amira El’s kiss drains 1d2 wisdom.
(4) DM’s Note: Kazrack rolled a fumble: Reflex save (DC 20) or hit friend, normal damage.
(5) Ratchis stabilized on his own.
(6) DM’s Note: This combat lasted 17 rounds beginning with the round in which Ratchis cast his dispel charm spell (see last session). The length in round of combats interests me because my group averages combat length much longer than most people think “remains fun” and yet it is those kind of exciting long combats that I find the most fun.
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