Ginger, the trained fighter that he is, parties all of your punches and snaps your arm
"Demon or not, never challenge a Centurion to a fistfight."
English
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*the shadow snaps it's arm back into place* You've done enough harm to your friends don't make things worse *The shadow turns around and walks away clutching something in it's hand*
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Ginger stretches "Yeah, you go run away pussy!"
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I'm not running I'm walking *the shadow disappears*
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"I couldn't tell the difference..." Kicks the ashes
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*the ashes turn into a black substance and evaporate*
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Looks at ground "Hmm..."