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Sorry, just caught up in old memories... Just kind of lost control of myself... Kind of immature on my part.
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Seems like you know a thing or two, but don't let it go to your head. I knew a ton of punks like you when I was growing up.
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This scythe I carry around feeds on the souls of its victims... If you want to keep yours, I suggest you run like hell back home.
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Hold up there... I think you should quit while you're behind. Otherwise, there's no knowing what I'll do. You shouldn't piss people off like this, you know?
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Damn, talk about being a newbie... It was almost embarrassing fighting you, punk! It's way too early to harvest you, so get out of here. You heard me, scram!
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You might have more power than I do, but you have no idea how to use it. And that's what makes you weak. It's the driver, and not the car, that wins the race.
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It's a damn shame... If you didn't fold like that, you might've stood a chance. Then again, getting into your opponent's head is half the battle. You got that?
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Just for the record, I've got to ask... You're not the red witch from Licht Kreis, are you? ...Never mind, forget I asked... There's no way she'd be THIS weak.
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Whoa! What in the hell was that crap? Don't tell me that's all you got? I'm not going to tell you desire conquers all, but come on; you can do better than that right?
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Seriously, what in the hell is wrong with you, "Bloody Chaos"?! It's not like you to try go and open forbidden doors. That, and I told you not to worry about me. Just go home already.
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Damn it, trying to get yourself reborn, you self-proclaimed... witch. As a former comrade, let me give you some advice... Knock that shit off. You'll just make everyone cry...
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Ah, about time I fought a real man. though it was painful to watch you lose. You might want to bulk up a bit more before I harvest you.
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