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But you haven't done anything yet. You got stopped in your tracks.
*Looks up*
Indeed. And had you arrived ten minutes later, we wouldn't be having this conversation.
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But you haven't done anything yet. You got stopped in your tracks.
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*Raises an eyebrow*
You’re here because you can’t get in.
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What did you do?
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Spare the insults in exchange. I’m past panic. No use for bug, yet here you are.
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What is it like?
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*Takes an instinctive step back*
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*The air around my personal space glows and my expression shifts to a stern consternation*
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Are the poles here big?
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kirina:
* the ball explodes with enough energy to tear apart the dimension's form within the battlespace, but you notice that it doesn't affect anything past a 300 mile radius, almost as if it were within a sphere*
too bad you won't be able to call in any more of your lackeys.
*the space around us begins to glow a deep purple, revealing we are actually within the amaranthine dimension now, cut off from the rest of the visible dimension outside the sphere*
you made a critical error, falling for the bait. an now? you perish as intended.
*several millions of tiny amaranthine needles begin to fire from the orb's lining from several impossible to calculate angles, all at different speeds. some explode, some expand on impact, some even splinter inside you like a hollow point round*
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Kirina:
*my form morphs into an amaranthine ball with spikes, pinballing through each form of you, rapidly gaining speed with each collision, as if fed from the resulting energy from the friction*
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Kirina:
*you find that version of me burst into energy tentacles that wrap aorund each shard, isolating them in amaranthine bubbles*
And for you, I'm afraid, sleight of hand won't help you much.
*my amaranthine coated scimitar cuts into the dimensional bounds of this makeshift arena, tearing through into reality, as I tug a strand of amaranthine, causing the blade to swing counterclockwise, cutting it oppen from the inside*
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Kirina:
*my form splits into several frayed ends of yarn that tangle together into a ball*