"I'VE FOUND MY BROTHER'S HEAD! NOW WE CAN FINALLY RESURRECT HIM!"
"this feels wrong."
"pardon?"
"some how this feels wrong taking a friend's weapons."
"well he would have probably killed us with out a thought for those titans. a lot of good these blades did him."
"it still feels wrong some how..."
"DO YOU STILL HAVE THE CRYSTAL?"
"yes"

< "GATHER THE WEAPONS. THEY WON'T NEED THEM ANY MORE. HERE'S THAT LEG GUARD I LOST. HEY YOU IN THERE, OH NEVER MIND!"








< "you saved my life!"
"I just wasn't needed at the door."
"you saved my LIFE!"
"DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT hug me!"

< CHIBOOM!
"Ungh!"
thud!









< "EERRRRAAAAGGHH! NOW MY BROTHER CAN BE RISEN AVENGED!"

< CLATCH!
ZROSE!
"Eep*"








^"EEIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAARRRGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

"wait up for me trog friends!"

"come on, just a few more kills?"
"by then, we'll all be dead. let's leave this place."
"NOW ... FOR THE OTHER KILLER!"
"CRAP! let's get out of here!"
"wait! what about our boss?"
"he should be able to track us. now let's go all ready!"
"can some one help me over here?!"

"PREPARE TO TASTE THUNDER AND BE GONE FOUL DEMON!!!"
"can,"
THANG
"help,"
SCRASK
"me a little? I..."
GRASSC
"really need it right now."
"Zoray!!"

"FIGHT ON MY FRIENDS. WE ARE FAR FROM DEFEAT AND DEATH! BRHAHAHAHA!!! DIE YOU SPINELESS THUGS!"
"little mortan, you are still mortal, even when you are in a big mechanical suit. you will soon die."
"and you shall find your self in some necromancer's crystal to do as he wishes without a thought!"
"I will feed on your soul with relish when this is over!"

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