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He flicked his wrist. The plasma blade was wrenched from Clairen’s grip. It clattered into a sewer grate, its light guttering out.

Clairen was faster. Her blade hummed, deflecting the first wild swipe of the scythe in a shower of orange sparks. She counter-thrusted, forcing Jevil to twist his malleable body into a pretzel-shape, cackling all the while. rivals of aether deltarune

Clairen, the last Warden of a dying star system, held her plasma blade low and steady. Her feline ears twitched beneath her battle helmet, tracking every sound: the drip of condensed magic from broken pipes, the distant chime of the Great Clock, and the ragged, rhythmic tapping of a cardboard tail. He flicked his wrist

Clairen roared, a sound of pure grief weaponized. She swung her blade in a wide arc, intending to bisect him. But Jevil didn't dodge. He caught the blade. Clairen was faster

Across the flooded cobblestones, Jevil the Chaos King spun on one heel, his harlequin grin a crescent moon of malevolent glee. He tapped his scythe—a twisted thing of whimsy and sharp edges—against a lamppost. Ting. Ting. Ting.

Clairen stood unarmed, her chest heaving. She saw the scythe rise.