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~Are you ready to begin the duel?~
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~These two mortal enemies have met in our arena today to...~
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| My hate for you is like a fierce, cold blue star, suspended in the infinite void of my loathing. | |
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| My hate for you is like a poodle with no hair. | |
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~...resolve their grievances in physical combat.~
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| If you were dead, all the world would rejoice. This is the outcome I wish to achieve, and by all the gods I will. | |
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| If you were dead, your corpse would make good fertiliser. | |
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