OOC: Let the madness continue.
IC: Harik was doing good, Mars noticed. Mars was doing good too for some unfathomable reason. He nicked the slig in the chest, and probably hit something vital. Overjoyed, he yelled something out.
"HAH! YOU YELLOW-BELLIED PRESUMPTUOUS STUCK UP ILL-"
Before he could finish his insult, Harik ran forward and exploded. He was shot up about 10, 20 feet as his armor came down in little chunks. Bewildered, Mars ran under him to catch him. Didn't work, he fell down a few feet away from Mars. Hoping he didn't see this, Mars backed away to his fail-cover-pile.
"The waterfall sounds like a good idea." Harik said remarkably calmly, limping over to Mars. "Running towards it sounds good too." It took Mars a moment to realize he was talking about his plan. Pretending to know what he was doing, Mars said, "Right! Let's go there right no...now...um..." Mars was going to follow him, and he thought he saw him getting ready to do what seemed to be a voluntary meat shield, but out of the corner of his eye saw that accursed slig running somewhere. "Look, Right behind you" Mars said while rolling up his sleeves. "Don't look back, alright!", Mars yelled, while running to the Jungle he saw the Slig go to. He readied his hammer, to finish what he started.
[BF] Battle Fatigue *COIN FLIP, AIN'T THESE FUN?*
[M] Mars limps to the Jungle. *ROLL THE DICE FOR CANCER (joke)*
[MORON] Mars ignores Harik's attempt, no matter how heroic it was. *I'M EVIL*
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