Nimda,
Fish of Oblivion,
Neziul,
Etcetera,
Hope Lover,
Meta,
Yatagarasu,
Audacious,
souleaterfan320,
SkyeOfStars
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*He ducks the sword, catching his scythe, and sweeps out your legs from underneath you*
That's not Excalibur. It's a copy. The real Excalibur belongs to the sea witch that child King Arthur borrowed it from.
*He punched the shield, denting it inward*
And you, my "good sir", are no king.
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*He releases the scythe, and it flies after you, slicing open your armor in multiple places*
You think you can escape me that easily?
*He catches the two spear halves, and bites both of them, eating the magic that powers them. He then tosses the, now normal, spear halves aside, striding towards Simon*
You can't win, paladin. You're out numbered three-to-one.
*The scythe keeps attacking*
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*He swipes his scythe through the crystal's flames, and his scythe flares, devouring the magical energy of the crystal*
Hope you wanted to die in battle.
*His scythe keeps going, slamming through Simons spear, shearing it in two*
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*His scythe glows black, and he laughs*
Oh, I doubt that.
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You have no idea how many paladins I've killed.
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No. Because I don't need to stop it.
*He grabs Simons breastplate, lifting him in the air, his talons tearing into the metal like paper*
You can't drink it if you don't have a throat.
*He slams Simon into the earth hard enough to split the ground beneath him, and rakes his claws through the light, tearing away the glowing enchantment on Simons chest, neck, and head*
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*He lifts his hand, and clenches it into a fist. The chalice shudders, and cracks, shattering into wisps of magic, the glowing potion soaking Simon's gauntlet*
You think you can attack me and get away that easily?
*He kicks Simons left knee in, hearing a sharp, satisfying crack from the bone*
That was for burning me.
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*He grunts, and pulls the sword out with his free hand, and hefts the glowing blade, the wound in his chest kitting itself back together*
That was rude.
*He deftly swings the glowing sword down in an arc, shattering the blade into countless shards against the ground*
That's the problem with holy weapons. The slightest disturbance in it's "holy design", and it shatters like glass.
*The magic leeching into Simon flares black, corrupting Simon's magic with his own, effectively crippling the paladin*