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Disparel reaches up with a glowing hand to grab the blade with some sort of magic, but Solortus shatters the spell and cuts his hand in two. "GOD DAMMIT, WTF WAS THAT!" Disparel shrieks and crawls away with a cold stare, "You've done it now sparky..."

Jakob begins to have a weird feeling from within himself, the same feeling you get at your fingertips when you swing your arm quickly, but everywhere. Disparel emerges, his eyes bleeding and his severed hand raised towards him. "Let me see that sword." Disparel pulls Jakob towards him, and pries the blade from his burnt hands. He inspects it for a moment but reflexively drops it, "Where the fcuk did you get that thing?!"

 

 

"That goddamn hurt!" Disparel looked angered for a second, but his mouth curled to a smile, "that goddamn hurt." He releases Jakob from the blood magic and picks up his weapon, "this is funner than I expected it to be, now hit me!"

Jakob is so shocked by Disparel's bizarre form of attack that the first two bolts hit him; one on his left arm, and the other in his previously injured shoulder.  He winces, then generates a trail of sparks and teleports behind Disparel, his sword already in full swing.

(I should like that because it's clever, but I also shouldn't because it's technically offensive...HELP SOMEONE PLZ)

 

Jakob strikes Disparel's sword downwards, driving the blade deep into the dirt.  He stomps on it with all his force, trying to knock it out of the demon's hands entirely.

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