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The stomping behemoth of a man turned the last corner, a flash of rippling muscles and violently red warpaint appearing for a split second before he triggered the magical arrow. The hall shook from the shockwave, but from it the large man emerged with a bunch of laceration on the surface of his skin but otherwise looking none worse to wear.

Curiously, not a droplet of blood could be seen flowing out of the wound.

[b][color=ed1c24]"Gahahahaha! Now that's a nice warm welcome! Come-"[/color][/b] He blinked around, looking at a table full of sleeping people. There's a mix of actual sleepyheads and illusion, including Chounan with a bowl worth of oatmeal dripping down his head and on to his lap. [b][color=ed1c24]"Oh COME ON, they are ALL asleep?!"[/color][/b]

The clear disappointment was palpable in his voice as he lowered an oversized, rust-brown greataxe he was brandishing.

Hidden beneath the false wall, Yvonne had to suppress a groan as she saw who exactly had just walked in. Great. Of course it's [i]this [/i]asshole. No wonder nobody heard about him lately, he ran off here. Would've been great if he died in a ditch somewhere, but it's plain that evil never quite dies.

[b][color=ed1c24]"...wait, then where'd that trap comes from?"[/color][/b]