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Bobs and weaves as he sees that look in Shewolf's eye, charging in with a battle cry, time to test out all those combat skills he learned in seminary school.
Indeed, Mr. Lazarus. Now if you'll excuse me I'll greet our staff once more after your useless three-minute long mutiny.
*finds himself slightly lacking in the close combat field. Also his face seems oddly flater. Turns around and blasts her with holy water....so she will...be holier....wait wait..once again he accomplishes little. Maybe he could give her a really nasty papercut with his pocket bible...that would work best.
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