"Tch. Damn well better be dead, bastard." With a stare that could melt glaciers, Farleen eyed the hand that had so recently held in its clutches her face. It was limp, dripping with blood let loose by the stonefall. With her left hand, the blonde traced the gash she was dealt. Blood flowed freely from the wound, but it was of no consequence for her. With her right, Farleen sent her already bloodied claymore through the dead arm. She felt a malicious joy in watching its flesh fly through the air and in the sound of its blood hitting the stonehewn walls, giving off slight reverberations with the impact.
As violence fueled her sick pleasure, Lindy's voice reached Farleen's ears, ripping her away from the fleeting bliss. Sighing, the blonde turned and walked off toward the voice, dragging her claymore along the ground the whole way. It didn't take long for her to find Beaumont and Lindy standing over one of the giant rats, guts on display. "Yoma," she asked, somewhat apathetic despite the revelation. Lindy nodded in response. Beaumont only turned to walk on, deeper into the dungeons.
With the aid of a slight nudge from Farleen's claymore, Lindy ripped her gaze away from the rat's guts and turned to find their leader already heading on. Farleen began walking as well, tearing away any parts of her uniform she found to have blood not belonging to her. Done within a minute's searching, the blonde looked forward at Beaumont. He failed to show signs of understanding the area but obviously did not want his rookies to notice. "Baka. I'll outrank him just to rip his eyes out." A smile crawled onto Farleen's face. "At least he'll be lost and not have to be a total shithead about it."
Okay... All I really did was "and they moved on". What now?
.:Arc + Deimos:.
The abomination made its way towards Arc now in a furious agitated manner the creature longed to wait no more than to decapitate Arc with it's cleaver slightly taller than Arc himself while having the warm juicy blood flow from Arc's head on which it will find brief moment of thirst quenched. What it lacked in brain it made up for it well with its seemingly invincible armour and brute strength that surpassed a Claymore by far when in his average state of power. Grounds shook below Arc and even Deimos, a little distance away could feel the vibe of its thundering footsteps as it made its way up towards Arc on the stairs. Arc launched his short spears hoping that it will meet the mark and rip through its eyes causing imbalance to allow the monster to fall towards its doom. Unfortunate for Arc, he had predicted or hoped too far ahead without looking at the realities. The monster was indeed slow but its basic survival instincts did not stop it from trying to dodge the missiles heading straight for its line of sight. Twisting its face a spear plunged into one of its boistrous arm while the last one ate through one of the eye. Arc's makeshift plan was a success or was it really? It was true the monster did feel Arc's last attack while completely ignoring the attacks earlier. But unfortunately it was not quite enough for the being to simply fall over the stairs and die. Contrary to Arc's foresight things didn't go well with his plan as the monster retaliated in like manner at Arc as it raised it's Cleaver behind its back, it was thrown with such huge force, the metal cut through air as it sung it's screeching cry. Before Arc realized the outcome of the counter attack by the monster, the giant cleaver/axe cut right through Arc's right arm cleanly cutting through bone and flesh before halting its motion just behind Arc as it landed with a loud metallic cry lodging it deep into the stone work. Both the monster and Arc stood facing, an eye for an eye and teeth for teeth they bore similarities as both now stood with a loss of arm or and eye. The monster now stood few steps away from the top of the stairs, but due to Arc's attack on its eye earlier the usual slow steps came even slower trying to adjust to it's new line of vision while Arc himself was bleeding hard from the wound, his right arm severed and lying on the ground next to him while the monster's own cleaver as tall as Arc stood erect in between Arc and his right arm staying firmly lodged to the ground. What kept Arc from using Yoki? was it fear of awakening or was it his fate never to delve into the dark powers he was born with? The bloody handle of the cleaver faced Arc as if mocking the little man of his humane strength incapable of summoning likewise powers of the monster now ever so slowly approaching him. It's arm now reach to the back of it's head reaching out for the claymore belonging to Arc from it's body. With a small force it pulled out the sword now covered in grime and familiar blood of the yomas. Compared to how Claymore's wielded them, it looked more like a knife than a sword in the giant's hand. Arc had one shot at either escape or victory and if allelse failed..... death.
OOC: Try to use some yoki and increase your power output. These guys can take alot of beating because they were born with alot of fat. Average power won't really damage them much if at all. But so far you did well I'll take note of it later after the mission lol.
.:Kaiserin + Cecily = Kaeiscilrin...j/k:.
Kaiserin and Cecily's combination play was becoming better and better as they carried out their plan to overthrow their adversaries with their newly found courage and resolve to survive through the ugly situation they faced. As soon as Kaiserin released her powers to 50% output the monsters glared at Kaiserin only as her appearance took another change now appearing more and more like the creature's usual choice of prey, a yoma. While Cecily was still in their target list, the more Kaiserin released her powers, Cecily became less and less important for them until eventually she was scarcely a important prey let alone existing in their vision fueled by hunger. Kaiserin moved toward the creature on the left side with alarming speed and while that might have worked first time, the same attack proved to be less fruitful as the first, the monster pulled back in a equally or if not faster speed while others lunged in for the kill. What they couldn't have seen was Cecily's quick counter. It was true, hunger led them onto to momentarily forget Cecily's existence until the very moment it felt cold steel sliding past it's neck as it felt the neck coming out of place and rolling on the rotten sewage waters seeing his own body standing there without a head before following it's master to the ground. Seeing her counter attack from the corner of her eyes the 2nd attacker stopped just in the nic of time as Cecily's swing lopped off it's comrade's head. Irritated by the unwelcome Cecily's interruption, it threw her aside with a strong kick to the stomach to stop her from disturbing their meal to get away. Cecily's body violently crashed to the walls causing cracks to form as her body just smashed against it and if that wasn't bad enough, the monster that just retreated from Kaiserin's dash found itself a small boulder the size of small child, it quickly threw the rot stinking stone work toward's Cecily's head only to miss its mark but landing straight onto her shoulder pad on the left arm, crushing the steel pauldron hard against the shoulder which caused the claymore excruciating pain. 2 fell but 2 remained now facing the claymores. It focused it's attention back to Kaiserin and not the one he just kicked before, the monster lunged into Kaiserin with both arms spread towards Kaiserin's pauldrons to push her down onto the sewage floor before attempting to dig it's sharp fangs onto her face.
.:Sisteena:.....And Lindy's group
She limped towards the commotion that vaguely sounded like battle and with some efforts she tried to keenly listen in on the short conversation from behind the walls adjacent to where the battle was being carried out. Whose voice was that she wondered, she swore it was voices she heard before. Was her mind playing cruel tricks on her again? While the drug's effect had worn off leaving her with the usual silky blonde hair, her strength had not been restored to top shape yet. But still she had to try it, her salvation was only a wall away from her and a rather thick one at that but nevertheless it allowed her to listen to what was hopefully the voices of her comrades. Her powers were nearing their limit and her vision was becoming more and more blurry by the minute. When was the last time she had a good sleep to restore vigor to her battle worn body of hers? It felt like forever since her last rest but this she had to try it with her life on the line. Summoning her strength was hard and pushing her body to her limits, she resummoned the strength she suspected to have used all during her escape. Her eyes abandoned their usual colour and inherited the gleaming golden eyes of the monsters as her body quickly diverted all strength of the release into her arm causing it to violently shake before contorting and transforming into monstrocity. Claws as sharp as the devil's own while the huge arm coated in yoma infused armor plating now rested attached on the frail girl's body it was swung back in an attempt to crush the wall between her and the company. Three times she pounded against the wall again and again each time creating small crevice of cracks until on her final swing she gave it her all, as the punching finally made through. It was the giant claw that first landed on Lindy's head followed by the body of an unconcious Sisteena falling head first onto Lindy who broke her crash landing towards the hard surface of the stone flooring. The moment she landed her mind blacked out with too much exhaustion, her right arm already rapidly losing the concentrated power soon returned to it's original form. Bloody and battered Sisteena fell unconscious on the shocked #40 Lindy Claymore.
Loud cracks were heard first before something or someone landed on her. Lindy felt something hard hitting her face first before she fully felt the weight of a person landing on her. Shocked, it took her a few seconds before she reacted and un-pinned herself. Lindy's comrades heard the commotion and Beaumont was the first to charge head on all the way back with his Claymore in arm. "A Yoma?" Beaumont kept his Claymore and made a loud "Tsk" sound after he realised that "the Yoma" that he thought was actually just his fellow comrade instead. Farleen also came running after Beaumont but went to scan the hole that Sisteena appeared from after she evaluated the situation.
"It's Sisteena and she's badly injured. What happened and why is she here?" Lindy was worried for Sisteena and she held on to her. "She's Sisteena, a friend of mine. She's very badly injured, let's bring Sisteena back and report the situtation." Lindy tore the coat that was part of her attire and wrapped up Sisteena's fresh wounds while speaking.
"How should I carry Sisteena? Piggy-back, lift her forward or place her on one of my shoulder?"
Lindy lifted Sisteena and decided that piggy-backing her would be the most appropriate way to treat a friend. Holding onto her Claymore with her right hand and piggy-backing Sisteena, Lindy stood and looked at Beaumont, who was behaving weirdly.......
"I'll leave the team and head back alone with Sisteena if he don't agree...."
OOC: @xxsaznpride, since Farleen don't mind tearing her clothes off, spare some cloth for Sisteena ya Lindy is image-conscious.
Click *Here* to view #40 Lindy Claymore RP profile
"Damn, thing going basically to plan except I lost my arm and I have it cleaver now. Well one bad turn into good chance to beat this beast. Better release some yoki so, I can attach my arm before the beast gets into range. I hope I still have time to remove the meat cleaver which is the only weapon beside the bedsheet avaliable to me." Arc thought as he reached around the cleaver to pick up his severed right arm and, began attaching it as quickly as possible by realeasing 30% of his own yoki. At this amount his eyes changed golden instantly he felt the slight rush of pleasure as his veins buldge. Arc hadn't used his yoki yet because he set a limit on his own use of it for one of the things he feared was losing himself to awakening.
Arc thought in the 10 second it took to attach his arm, "Look like I will have to use my yoki to wield this cleaver. Damn to my estimatated limits on my yoki are 20 minutes at 10%, 10 minutes at 20%, 5 minutes at 30% and don't go beyond 30% except as an absoulute last resort. So, I have 5 minutes to beat this giant." Arc then removed the cleaver using his amplified strength and the force of falling backward to take the cleaver out of the stone stairs. Only maintaining his balance by holding onto the bed sheet tied to the railing and pulling himself up while putting the cleaver on his shoulders with his arm over top of the handle. The beast still is aproaching so, Arc quickly wraped the loose end of the bed sheet to his left hand as he hung the cleaver on his shoulder and waited for beast to position it self on the stairs.
"When the creature takes its first solid step onto the stairs I will charge past its blind side targeting the joint of it arms with a two handed downward slightly angled swing and then finish up the swing downard targeting the back of its legs. If it works the beast should fall too it doom. If not I will try to recover from the swing as quickly as possible for a second attack thought I doubt I would make it in time. I am only just able to wield this cleaver as well as a regular human with a claymore and that with the 30% yoki boost. So maybe use the momentum the swing to kick the beast in the back. Anyways the bed sheet should make it so that the creature would lose balance if it attemped to dodge possible causing it to fall to its doom too thought I doubt that. Thought if that happens there is a chance of me falling too. In that case the bed sheet should act as my support line preventing that from being fatal. Most likely thought the bed sheet will keep the yoma lower body off balance while I attack. I just hope that the stairs can handle that creature weight until I complete the attack. Though that would result in the creatures death it will be a real pain recovering my claymore afterwards. Also, if the stair collapse I may get some serious injuries if I am unlucky." Arc thought as he waited for the creature to make that first step onto the stairs. Also watching to see if it attemps to throw his claymore at him instead of getting into range of its chain attack. Being that until the beast goes onto the stairs Arc is out of the range of the chains.
Arc said a loud as he waited, "Let see how this play out with a winner take all final attack. You with my claymore and your chains and me with your meat cleaver and my bed sheet. Let's see who the last one standing?" As he said this Arc thought, "Just over 4 1/2 minutes to go."
Sum of actions: All Arc did was wrap the end of twisted up bed sheet that was tied to the stair railing to his hand. Attached his right arm back on. Picked up the massive meat cleaver the giant was wielding. Both attaching his right arm and picking up the cleaver was done while releasing his yoki. Now he is waiting for the giant to take its first step onto the stairs. Then Arc plans to spring into action of going as quickly as he can up the stairs and do a slash into the giants arm and continue swing the cleaver into the giants legs. Arc is hoping to sever two or more of the giants limbs.
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Reason: Just adding some details.
Beaumont looked lustfully at the injured warrior. Trying to hide his glee he decided to slow down the hasty warrior who was concerned with her comrade.
"Hold on! Hold on! There's no need to be so hasty." He said staring at all three women. He walked with a stylish swagger, those who had seen it would question if he really was a Claymore and not a playboy. Never letting on to his true desires. He gestured to Lindy, who was in a hurry to get her friend some aid.
"If we're too careless and drag her into the sunset like that, we may kill her before you even get to the medical station...assuming the black suits care enough to set one up. And in my experience, they really don't care at all." Beaumont said, moving closer to Lindy. It was unbearable looking at her in this state. Playing with her and perhaps her friends, since the more the merrier, would be delightful. He looked at Farleen (looking usually apathetic) and Lindy (looking usually sympathetic) and wondered how much of a fight they would put up should the need to 'play' arise.
"Put her down carefully, and put pressure on her wounds. That cloth you put around her will soak up blood sure, but it won't halt it at any rate. She'll bleed to death in no time..." He used to time to mentally prepare himself. He always got this way after using his power, last time he had tortured a young girl after using 10% of his power to kill a group of weakling yoma. Tearing her skin off while keeping her silent using his claymore as a mouth grip, the black suits concluded that she was a victim of a yoma who had just died and left without investigating further (although, upon further inspection evidence of Beaumonts crime was evident all throughout the area).
Since he had used 30% of his power, he was definitely ready, willing and able to have some fun. Who knows when the next batch of crazy monstrosities would appear after all...
OOC: I'll leave Arc's action up to Miria, since reading his long posts confuses me cause there's way to much thought and not enough action. That and she's been doing a better job of it than me anyway.
"Where has Ortre gone off too?!" A man said, his face sharp and eyes narrow. His cloak swooped across the desert floor brushing softly against the sand, "He was supposed to report in ages ago."
The man turned to his companion, worried but not letting it show on his face. He walked past him entering the tent and turning towards his friend. "What are the chances they will complete this mission?"
"They might...we picked them because of the potential Cornelia said they possessed. I still think though, it was a bad idea pitting them against these forces after such little time on the field." The friend said.
"Still, Ortre needs to report in soon. What could he be doing in that death trap?"
Having been down in that rank pit for a while did nothing to ease the stench of death. Every shot of breathe taking in stung Kaiserin's nose and made her eyes water slightly. Kaiserin looked over seeing how her partner was doing, seeing her get hurt only made her angrier.
"Cecily, are you alright?!" She shouted across the pit before looking on her foes again, before she had realized what had happened she saw one of they had already approached her, it's knife like claws closing in on her at a speed only luck would allow to her to dodge, she motioned her sword up in an attempt to parry one of the creatures arms, but it was far to late and the beast had already pinned her down on the disgusting floor. Kaiserin squirmed furiously trying to get loose, but it was a wasted effort. Instead, she tried really hard to touch the monsters forearm, it was close and if she could just grab it she could Drain a lot of stamina and get free...
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The seemingly brainless abomination stood there recalculating the experiences so far with this annoying prey that would no doubt taste only as half as a normal full blooded yoma. To its displeasure the prey also managed to reattach it's limb within 3 seconds which was least expected from a warrior of its quality thought the beast. "The foolish naive dares to try and wield a weapon he can't handle, it might be wise to attack with superior range with the chains to avoid being overthrown from the heights which might lead to my demise. Should the idiot come towards me I'll retaliate with a head on charge with speed I haven't shown so far of which even I am capable of. Either that or I may have to sacrifice an arm or a leg to gut him up with his own claymore. Such brittle weapon they use in hopes of defeating something as large as I, foolish flies. Once I get in close range I'll lop off his arm yet again and swallow his head into my gut using the momentum of my cleaver which should provide enough delay before he can swing again since he is afterall a small much inferior creature than me." The colossal approached slowly sticking to the walls while brandishing it's long thick chains towards Arc's direction as if it was a lion tamer whipping a feral lion with ferocious violence as it's brute force alone made the thick iron chains snap each time it was flung closer and closer to Arc's direction. On one arm it held the chain very threateningly while on the other hand it held Arc's claymore ready to bring it down on him once he got into closer range either that or when Arc stumbled and landed the axe in which will give the monster enough time delay before Arc would probably have the strength to swing the giant axe yet again. Arc's precaution and unwillingness to charge the monster early while it was bearing the excruciating pain of losing one eye had been advantageous to the monster as it became more and more used to the new given circumstance. His stride faltered not as the monster finally decided to charge Arc with it's chain flying ahead of him cracking at Arc's body, its arm prepared to bring down the claymore with hideously powerful swing.
OOC: Somewhat not too pleased to find Arc being able to reattach his arm in 3 seconds. Yeah I understand he's a defensive type but 3 second seems like a pushover especially for people under rank 40. Kaiserin and Cecily, I'll wait for Cecily's post before making anymore posts for them. Go go go~!!
Arc took a step back out of shock at the new speed which the giant move and decide to crouch down in sort of a sprinter position. "It movement seem to have improved greatly. Don't panic! Look like I won't have to wait until it gets to the stair cause it won't be stoping very soon at this rate. I better time it so I will be in range only when it take a step onto the stairs." Arc sprang into his charge when the giant was about to take a step on to the stairs..
On Arc's first step he position his hands left over right and takes his aim for the swing he was about to make as he thought, "I may ended up seriously injure but, this will be my best oppurtnuity to stike since stairs underneath the giants mass should begin to break apart." Arc felt the rumble of the beasts step as continue into making his second step.
Arc made his second step and began making his swing he thought as he did this, "I am just in range of its chain now. I may get hit by some chain attacks but, I must charge foward. And soon I will be in range of my claymore which the giant is wielding. I just hope I timed my swing correctly. I also hope that my arms stay attatch long enought to pull this off too." The attack by the chain seemed random yet with predictable intervals to Arc however, he knew not if this was just by chance or a result of the giants recklessness. Blood began spurt from where Arc had did a rushed attachment job on his arm. Arc continued his charge despite these things. As Arc began making his next step he thought, "I hope that I timed this charge right because, it look like I only get one shot at this before my arm falls off again."
OOC: I changed Arc regeneration time in the last post to 10 seconds. Also Arc had began his attack. I wonder when Deimon will get here. I also will reduce the amount of thought in this and next post.
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Reason: Taking some recomendations in style.
OOC: My low attack managed to hit high. O=(^_^Q)
Cecily crashed into the tainted walls of the bloodied waterway. Barely seconds after her back-breaking impact, a rock of considerable size bludgeoned her left shoulder. Cecily grind her teeth as the brunt sent pain all over her injured body. She held in her scream trying to flood her fears with the courageous words she had said earlier.
Cecily got out of her makeshift tomb of rubble when she heard her companion call out. “I’m fine…” she lied, a broken arm would never be fine. “I’ll be even better if we get rid of these fuzzies.”
Not wanting to get the monsters’ attention, Cecily abstained from rapidly regenerating her broken limb. With one arm she flung her claymore overhead and quickly drew out two daggers neatly kept under her cape. At the instant that she unsheathed her dirks she slung them at Kaiserin’s tormenter. “That won’t be enough to kill it… but it will definitely irritate and distract it.” Cecily then grabbed her flying sword with her able arm before it dropped into the vomit-worthy waters. She fell on knee and sword after her acrobatics. Her body wasn't as capable as it was earlier. “Ugh… I overdid it again,” she told her self in disappointment.
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Cecily's dirks buried themselves deep into the creature's thigh and shoulder, its wound leaving a trail of blood trickling down onto Kaiserin below. The monster snared and looked past over to Cecily who now looked pretty much like the preferrable quick meal ticket despite the dirty aftertaste she might grant it. It was this moment of confusion that Kaiserin had been able to touch the monster's forearm as it became limp all of a sudden and difficult to seperate its arm from the draining touch of Kaiserin's palm. The skin was the first to suddely lose strength, bloody tendons surfaced on the arm as if being sucked away into a vortex under Kaiserin's palm. Just when it thought it affected its arm only, the body became numb unable to feel the commands it's brain had sent. Whats this! whats this! whats this! it began to question as more and more stamina drained out of his system. It felt deterioation in the skin to a degree and soon enough it succumbed to a deep sleep right on top of Kaiserin as it lost consciousness followed by it's life.
The last of the original four watched the strange powers this prey had just displayed. While she originally appeared to him as a plaything and lunch, the tides have turned and somehow after what she had done to its fellow monster it sensed greater amount of yoki in her than what she originally had as a prey. As much as it savoured the meal to come, its natural instincts told him that survival now will grant easier preys in the future and with that thought in mind, it kicked jumping back into the darkness depth it had originally came from far away escaping from Kaiserin's intimidating new aura the moment she had completely sucked dry of it's comrade's strength.
There they were now. Worse looking than what they had originally appeared but at least they were both lucky to be alive under the circumstances. A pair of eyes flashed from a distance but only momentarily before it disappeared leaving no trace or signs of it ever exisiting.... nor any of its yoki traces available to be traced......
The two monsters faced off each with eachother's own weapon. Arc had successfully dived under its chain to swing the colossal weapon back to it's owner who had trouble with the delay of his chain. The time was now it thought as it brought down Arc's weapon in full swing supported by the monstrous brute strength this abomination was quite proud of. Steel met steel, the clash sounded off far into the corridors of the castle and with a spark brute force met brute force ready to battle for the sake of their lives like gladiators on the stage. With the amount of strength the demon used more force had been taken out from Arc's stamina eventually pulling his muscle as well as allowing few strains of his blood vessels exploding due to too much stress and strength went into this one attack to counter the abomination's power. Despite his damage he had Nike the goddess of victory on his side as the meat cleaver slammed right into the claymore and broke it into 2 pieces right through the midway of the blade. The pointed side flew right across Arc's ear whizzing past it before it collided with the wall which it sank into while the other half still held in the monster's hand didn't hesitate to complete it's swing. Fortunately for Arc, it was the broken length of the claymore that saved his skin as it smashed right through the pauldron and cut right through until it stopped just before his ribcage, had it been longer it may have cut right through him cleanly from his shoulder to hit thigh. Meanwhile the damage he dealt the heavy beast was more than enough to make it feel pain, the cleaver cut cleanly right through halfway into his abdomen and made itself towards the legs but due to the insufficient strength it had stopped it's motion there. Blood rained out from the wound like a fountain and because the of the force applied to the bloody wound it staggered backwards and fell toward it's doom. One loud bang was the last Arc had heard from the beast and a thud which indicated the end of it's life as it fell so high the wooden floors below snapped and it fell somewhere into the deep dungeon and splattered in all direction. Now whether Arc was fortunate to be alive and defeated the behemothly abomination was still questionable as one part of his claymore snapped and rested on the crack it had dug into on the walls whilst the other half Arc vaguely remembered the beast still clutching onto it in disbelief as it stared at Arc before falling. It most likely rested somewhere deep inside the dungeons below from which Arc could see so little of in the darkness below. Was he to fight another one of it's kind was a thought he'd rather not think of as he was running low on weaponry now cept the huge cleaver it had left him with. Where on earth was his backup? what was Deimos doing while Arc barely escaped the jaws of death? He didn't know nor was he in the least bit seemed to be interested as of yet especially with the new wounds gasping all over his body mainly from the bloody arm that took a beating in swinging such a monster at his foe.
"That was close!" Arc thought in releif as his arm fell off again. He began treating his own wounds much more carefully and with the aid of the medical supplies his body should be healed up in an hour or two but, that is with some rest. Arc even reattached the arm that he attached previously during battle, however found out only during the final swing that it wasn't completely attach. Deimos finally arrived in the general area thought both seem preoccuppied well Arc was reattaching his own arm. When Arc noticed Deimos presents Arc proclaimed, "You're a little late aren't ya!" Arc finsihed all the critical and vital wounds so he shut off his yoki felt rushing pain from all the remaining minor bumps, scratches and even from wounds just healed. Arc then passed out due to both the pain and fatigue his body is suffering due to the battle with the giant. Though not sure if Deimos notice him his last consious thought being, "At least, I'm passing out somewhere relatively safe."
OCC: Sorry Saikudoh for spelling Deimos wrong by messing up the last letter of your name didn't notice until it was pointed out to me.
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Reason: Fixing a few things