[Faceplanted or not, their aim lands true. It's a solid hit across one shoulder (2) with the sound of shattering metal and flying sparks. One arm shudders to a halt at its side.]
So too says the shadows of the Makuta. Wicked as he is, even he holds to his duty.
Separate yourself with actions, not words.
[With the figure's still-functional arm, the blade is shoved into the ground like it were made of butter. A moment later, the ground underneath Void Archive will start to heat rapidly, turning to magma.]
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So too says the shadows of the Makuta. Wicked as he is, even he holds to his duty.
Separate yourself with actions, not words.
[With the figure's still-functional arm, the blade is shoved into the ground like it were made of butter. A moment later, the ground underneath Void Archive will start to heat rapidly, turning to magma.]