While Red Mage is busy dying, the Light Warriors discuss put-down lines.
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Black Mage |
How long is this going to take?
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Red Mage falls flat on the floor.
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Fighter |
I don't think your plan worked.
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Red Mage |
(dazed) I blame myself mostly.
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Black Mage |
Me too
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Red Mage |
I should've double checked everyone's initiative rolls to make sure that the NPCs went after all of us.
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Fighter |
I should think that the werewolves are quite exhausted after beating the hell out of Red Mage for so long.
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Black Mage |
Yeah, really. It's almost as if they went out of their way to attack Red Mage in the most time consuming, excruciating way imaginable.
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Thief |
Hey! Maybe now they're so winded from their brutal and relentless attacks, that we can strike them down!
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Red Mage |
Actually... They haven't even begun to fight. They can still transform into their nigh-invincible wolf-man or "crinos" form.
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Black Mage |
Crinos? Don't you mean kinkos? What're they gonna do, color us to death?
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Fighter and Thief stare at Black Mage.
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Thief |
That was pretty lame.
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Fighter |
I could've done better. I would've said something about swords. I like them, y'know.
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Black Mage |
Look, they can't all be the theory of relativity, okay?
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Red Mage |
Excuse me... Comrade bleeding to death over here. Maybe you--
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Thief |
(interrupting) Wait, wait. I've got one. "Crinos? Mo' like bust you in the nose!"
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Red Mage |
I really... could use... a potion...
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Black Mage |
How is that not lame?
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