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*finding a potion within a few moments he uses it, straightening up and rolling his shoulders slowly as he feels the wound on his shoulder knit closed.. then he looks over to the fight again, looking from Soul Angel to Alexander, then to Mourdor, tilting his head a little.. idly wondering what ever happened to that dagger he threw back at the half-dragon's head... he just stands where he is, though, keeping back from Soul's turn in the fight while staying ready to intervene if she gets into trouble*
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I am the Thornn in your side.
The Matrix has you.
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