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*Night reaches for his blade*
How dare thou try to defy thy Digimon
*A giant spider appers and destroys a door*
Now does thou wish to die?
O.O *gaps and medieval accent starts to fade* Did thy, no, did YOU just command a giant spider to break down my door of AMAZINGNESS?! Oh ho ho, now you're in crap. Prepare to face the wrath of possessive fury! *draws a half onyx, half platinum, all bada** blade and points to the spider, who's legs suddenly collapse and snap. I then turn my attention towards Night, and the blade glows with a dark aura, and Night's blade turns and bends and wraps tightly around Night's wrist. Then remainder of the blade lodges into the floor, which quickly encases the blade and the hole in onyx crystal, which slowly creeps up to Night's arm.*
Thou would not object to ending this event early, would you? Thy believe it best if we all just leave. Or would thy prefer that thee meets a slow, painful, yet beautiful death?
*as I say this, the crystal creeping up Night's arm branches of into many different shapes as it rises, creating a lovely-looking deathtrap.*
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