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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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	Oliver was still feeling sluggish in that awful way, and the literal demon from hell was not yet dead. Eyeing his thrown sword, he figured if it worked once, it may work again. Running over to the weapon, he felt a kind of fear he didn't normally in fights. He [i]usually[/i] had his speed to rely on, but now he didn't. He could defend himself from ordinary people sure, but his combat skills certainly were not enough to deal with something like this. His life was in profound danger at this moment, and he tried to shove that idea far out of his head as he reached his sword and gritted his teeth.

	Once more, he threw the sword towards the eye of the beast. He knew he couldn't really get too close without risking himself more, and the nice thing about lasers what that they didn't care much about force applied. His mind flahsed briefly to thoughts of star wars, and how warriors such as the jedi should prefer dexterity over strength for that reason; the weapon does all the work. When he could run, that really did make this the perfect weapon for him. As it connected, the beast exploded into non-existence, filling the air with the stench of rotting eggs. He coughed, and retrieved his sword, stowing it away.