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3N1GMA sat quietly observing the shenanigans of his fellow clanmates. His thoughts were neither here nor there as he twirled tendrils of magical energy around his fingers, a devious smirk on his face. Leon took the opportunity to explore a slightly sinister attitude while occupying the Universe in an attempt to mask his true demeanor in the real world; he figured it might make him a little harder to identify if it ever came to it. That being said, 3N1GMA could be quite wicked and ominous at times. 

The battle had been easy enough...the Fists, though a formidable clan in their own right, aren't much of a match for the Lions. Brute force doesn't always win out, after all. Battle is an art and takes a certain finesse that people like the Fists seem to lack. The loot was plentiful in any case and 3N1GMA’s virtual pockets were stuffed.

He always found Naomi's alluring nature to be amusing whenever she used it to tease members of the clan...nothing like a little seductive mind game to liven things up. As the chatter continued within the group, 3N1GMA didn't decide to chime in until Freischutz made her comment about sheeple.

[color=662d91]”Baa.”[/color]

He smirked and tossed a tiny spark of magical lighting toward her arm meant to be nothing more than a startling shock.