originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
"Damn right he is." [b][i]Ailanna holds out her massive greatsword with her right hand, the blade gleaming brightly. With her left, she grabs her submachine gun, grinning madly.[/i][/b]
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[u]Po cackles deeply as he creates a torrent of tendrils behind him, their tips bladed and dripping with a noxious acid. He begins to seemingly charge a ball of mist, ignoring her completely.[/u]