[ oh, the two bozos can actually fight back after all. well, it's more like they're on the defensive, until netzach brings out his own sword. roland bemoans his lack of an actual weapon, the feel of a weapon in his fingers, and he lets out a roar intermingled with random screaming from the people nothing there had absorbed into itself.
he cleanly smashes the pot that was coming for his head, swinging his club-arm down to parry netzach's attack by his legs. ]
Where... is Angela? Don't you already know what happened to us...?
[ "it's frustrating. nothing matters here. nothing here or there or anywhere." "it doesn't matter where i go. it'll just leand to nowhere." ]
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he cleanly smashes the pot that was coming for his head, swinging his club-arm down to parry netzach's attack by his legs. ]
Where... is Angela? Don't you already know what happened to us...?
[ "it's frustrating. nothing matters here. nothing here or there or anywhere." "it doesn't matter where i go. it'll just leand to nowhere." ]