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Gell grins wickedly, his eyes flashing with the joy of battle. He growled deep in his throat as he ran at the giant bird-- before he had been helpless, unable to deal with a flying enemy. But now that it was grounded, it was well within his reach. "You am not flying anymore! Now you am fall to Gell's axe!" The orc roars with rage as he swings his battle axe with his full strength at the bird's exposed neck, swinging again and again as he throws himself at the grounded avian in a berserker rage.
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"A ouija board just works better if you've made it yourself. It's sortof like how 'Clue' is more interesting when one of you has actually killed someone."
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