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- He chose to ignore her and looked to Mordred. "What of you, are you here to kill me? You should. I'm a slaughterer." He grinned. "The old days... oh, I was wicked. I picked my teeth with children's bones. But now, what does it matter. Vilgax is stronger and crueler, and I'm weaker and frailer. There's nothing for me to conquer, and the sin runs so deep I could never atone, even if I wanted to. Might as well drink until my liver fails." The giant took his giant gourd and chugged it. Mordred watched.
- - Round 2
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