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Seeing the Knight in its perdicament, Scythe and his Ghost burst into maniacal laughter. "Ghost, take a picture. I want to remember the look on this thing's face before I kill it."

His Ghost clicked off a few photos. < Always look on the bri-ight side of death... >

Scythe then blew the monster's head off with his Shrapnel Launcher and picked up a Cleaver. Now all that was left was that Wizard. Bits of smoldering robes were everywhere, but the she was nowhere to be seen.