OOC: YOU ARE FORGIVEN ALEXANDER. FOR NOW.
IC: There he was! That Vykker! Thankfully, he was right next to Mars as well (OOC: Where are we sitting? Or are we sitting?) (IC), giving him an idea. Mars carefully raised the whacking part of his hammer with his foot, [sa] and dropped it on one of the fiend's feet.
"Oops", Mars said rather sarcastically.
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