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Rather than parry or duck the blow, you instead use your momentum to leap <span class="mu-i">OVER</span> it! As Boris whiffs the attack completely, you bring your own mop high above your head!
When you get to Hell, you roar as you bring the mop crashing downwards, tell ‘em who sent’cha!
Connecting with his skull with a resounding ‘<span class="mu-i">CLANG</span>’, Boris hurtles down towards the remains of <span class="mu-r">TIM’S CHAMBER</span> like a minty-fresh comet complete with a trail of fresh blood behind him!
Following close behind, you continue to batter his falling form as you’re assailed by teeth and globs of blood!
“<span class="mu-i">Christ almighty, kid, you didn’t even need that gun, did ya? Ungrateful youngins…</span>”
Oh you’ll use it, alright, you smirk as you hear Pop’s voice close to your ear, but not before you give his sonnovabitch his medicine!
“<span class="mu-i">Atta’ girl. Tan his hide a bit fer’ me, will ya? An’ don’t get cocky, damn you! Whole town’s bettin’ on this brawl! I’ll tan ya’ myself if you screw up!</span>”
Spurred onwards by Gramp’s words, you pounce onto Boris and cling to his lapel with one hand as you bash his face in with your mop in the other!
“You’re… you’re NOTHING, PARBLE! And you’ll BE nothing once all this blows over!”
Odd choice of last words, but hey, it’s his life!
ROLL ME 1d100+360(+5 BUNNY SUIT, +5 DEMON STRENGTH, +50 CLIFF! +50 STRIPES! +50 WYATT! +50 ANDRE! +50 MARQUIS! + 50 GRAMPS, +50 JOPLINERS) BEST OF 1 ROLL!
<span class="mu-b">Also gonna call it here, unfortunately–getting late and I’m starting to rush/fuck up formatting! Should conclude TUESDAY AROUND 4-5PM PST–BE THERE!</span>
