Another bomb goes off; smoke spills over the road, and the air is filled with shards of bone and rock. The sky spins overhead. Clutching my head in one hand, Frozen Smoke in the other, I stagger back from my opponent; he is equally unsteady, his clawed hands momentarily withdrawn back into his arms, the remaining skin covering his skull a rictus
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And yours isn't better or worse! It's awesomesauce and your own, god damn it! You have a great style; I'm jelly of your brevity and word choice, frankly.
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