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"Alright I surrender! Just no more god modding no more :'("
Tom Chalmers sheathes his weapons and disappears, the cloaking device makes a deathly, longwinded wheeze-like sound as he walked back and vanishes... without a trace.
Tom idly turns and the fireball misses him.
"Orcish bolts! On a dwarven crossbow?! YOU'RE INSANE, MAN" Blackout putshis hands on the sides of his face in mock terror.