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"Well, it was turning out to be the greatest fight of my life, but the Dreaded One here had to kill it," Azrael replied.
"But yeah, I'm gonna have to make Az stop before he starts his freaky necromancer stuff." "Fine." Azrael stood and walked over to the mares.
"Oh." Maya facehoofed. "Brain fart. Didn't catch your meaning."
"Right... why tell me about a thing I know about?"
"What about today?" Maya asked.
"I don't care anymore," Azrael told him. "I have a feeling she'll tell me to stop. No point in getting inside your head now."
Well, that was silly of both me and @Lord Architect. Maybe we shouldn't do that again.
Maya yelled, "Azzy, take a break or I'll whoop your flank myself!" Azrael hesitated, but eventually sat down with a small growl. "I must obey..."
Maya stood up and followed her in. "So... where the hay is this place?"
Maya followed her out of the bathroom and sat. "We should probably go stop the brawl." "I know you're bluffing," Azrael told him. "If you're...
Azrael smashed his hind legs straight through the wall without flinching. He taunted, "The best part is I don't need god powers to keep up. But...
Azrael teleported himself again before the punch landed because he's a martial artist and can pay attention to body movements. He was...
"I'm not as dumb as I look!" Azrael teleported himself so he was on the other side of Architect. He maintained his momentum, and was now hurtling...
Azrael launched himself forward, attempting to hoof-punch Arch in his bits.
"Thank you." Azrael fired a bright lightning bolt at Arch.
"I do have a doctorate," said Dusty. "You do not!" Azrael shot. Maya stood up and stretched her wings. "I feel refreshed."
Maya giggled. "Don't break anything." Dusty chuckled. "That is the strongest she has ever grown. Refrain from speedy movements."
"Well, I prefer over, personally." He hiccuped. "That ghost annoys me."
"That sounds good." Dusty slid off of her and stood up. "So north. Either through or over the haunted woods."
"Az's old city, the ghost river, the mermare cove..." He leaned in, smelling of alcohol, and whispered something untypable into her ear. He leaned...
