<Snipped quote by Disdain>
Yeah?
Yeah. And to me.
<Snipped quote by Disdain>
Yeah?
<Snipped quote by Dynamics>
The chances of someone making something that could get even this far are 0 with an unbelievable number of zeros behind the decimal point.
<Snipped quote by Disdain>
That's a fair assumption.
<Snipped quote by Disdain>
I'm not slacking.
<Snipped quote by Disdain>
Mordric: *before you finish your sentence, thousands upon thousands of shadow like tendrils shoot up into your body, like spikes*
<Snipped quote by Disdain>
You're probably the only reason I'm alive.
<Snipped quote by souleaterfan320>
*Lets Ma'at take care of it*
<Snipped quote by Disdain>
Thank you!
<Snipped quote by Disdain>
*the ground you stand on seems to shift, as if force was being applied to it, and it opens up, letting you fall inside, and closes up*
Shinji:
*looks to Mordric*
Stop this! No one has to die here!
Mordric: how are you holding up, shinji? Kirina seems really worried about you.
Shinji:
.... You damn bastard.
Mordric: *smirks* what, you can't honestly think that kirina really loved you in the first place, do you?
<Snipped quote by Disdain>
Mordric: see, it actually does. I forged them myself. The sword was created through my influence. It's was so powerful that not even I could master it, so I shattered it, and scattered it in the form of shards. A human found it and reforged it, then found out its power was too much for them. They also shattered it, and scattered the shards. This went on for centuries. Now, the time has come when I am ready to wield this sword once again, but I alone will be its master.
<Snipped quote by Dynamics>
*laughs malevolently, and hits you with so much force all of your ribs break, whilst not even moving a muscle, as if the air itself is what hit you*
You little punk, you couldn't even scratch me, so why try to take something of mine? Do you and Ma'at wish to die here?
<Snipped quote by DarkwolfX37>
Wait, Ma'at can manipulate reality? Why'd i make Dane then?
<Snipped quote by Disdain>
Mordric:
*you are immediately pummeled by an unknown force, sending you flying nearly two miles away*
That does NOT belong to you, miss Ma'at.
*appears by you, as the shard flys into my grasp*