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Drake: Holy crap! That looks bad! I thought you'd like, turn to a puff of smoke or something! Are... you okay?
*Asks this as Drizzt's arm is bent at an impossible angle*
Drake: *Turning his attention back to Bob* Heh, seems like we have something in common. Just don't let word of the D&D thing spread too far. This scary armor kind of has a reputation in New York y'know?
*The spear requires a lot of force to swat away as Drake tries to jump on top of Bob's shoulders, taking advantage of the fact that he's off balance in mid-swing before trying "jump" off Bob, sending the force of his jump into Bob instead of into the ground*
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