Mazzion's voice howls like the winter wind preceding a storm as he calls out,
"You accept a duel and run away, forever hold your tongue. You will never hold
respect to gain a duel with me again."
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Attaining her fullest glory, the shining sun sits upon her throne at the apex of
her daily trek through the firmament.
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Rogue Scholar, Clouser Arcan, The Unraveler's voice resonates across the land,
"What you expect?? It's Seir, he's all talk, no walk."
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Seir, the White Warden's voice powerfully resounds, "I'm not really interested
in dueling your artifacts. If I wished to do so, I'd go fight the other
Ankyrean. Go figure that you'd refuse me as a Mage but then accept a duel as a
Monk."
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Mazzion's voice howls like the winter wind preceding a storm as he calls out,
"Cowardice, from a sentinel. As expected, you do not choose the method that I
fight nor do I choose for you. I am here to fight you in any form you wish to
take and yet you still cower. Excuses you will always have. I wash my hands of
you boy."
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Blood Knight, Lord Exzuryx Innaya-Lunare's voice resonates across the land, "I'm
shouting."