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Smiling darkly, the demonic being asked "Expect me to fight you on your own terms, Drow. When you... will set off a spell sequence? No, I am not that stupid... if you want to kill me... you'll have to do it yourself..." he sneered at her, and calmly sheathed his blade... Something was very odd. Why wasn't he fighting... "Go ahead Drow. What are you waiting for?"
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