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"You! Get over here, you pathetic, useless, weak stick! I killed them all! Watch me as I DEMOLISH you, and then plunge a sword into Chosen's HEART! Watch me take revenge on the STUPID CREATOR! DIE, ORANGE STICK, DIE!"
Dark grew more irritated as he kept slashing the orange hollowhead and the stupid stick didnt DIE. He stood there in Dark's grasp, panting for breath, at his mercy. And if Dark plunged his Virablade into the stick's STUPID BRAIN, and the stick didnt PERISH, Dark would just take care of his ally The Chosen One and deal with this persistent and annoying orange hollowhead later.
Throwing the body into the wall, hard enough that a crater formed, Dark turned his attention on his enemy. Attacking mercilessly and focused on his target, he failed to notice the orange stick glowing green with sheer power, nor did he notice the virabots sliced clean in half with a swift laser. He only saw the green energy envelop him completely before he started burning in pain, nerves on fire as he found each breath more painful than the last, and felt too weak to stay awake any longer.
