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!!RkFQIQOO6xk 10/30/11(Sun)04:41 No.16783191>>16783029 Fifty minutes later, once the swordsmen are all paste (you'll be surprised at how fast someone will run when they see their comrades being straight-up crushed)...
>>16782926 >40 You move to the beaten corpse (?) of King Kuraselache, and you raise it from death.... whole. More or less whole. There's an awful lot of stuff missing, like half of the head and various organs, but you manage.
And then you call back the King's soul. The shark writhes in agony, in shame for having lost to you, and in mortification for being forced to be your servant.
>"MY... LORD..."
He was a worthy opponent.
>GLEEP.
You curl one clawed paw into a fist and PULL. Instantly, the shark twitches, thrashes, and then its body erupts outward in a shower of... of SOMETHING. King Kuraselache shrieks in pain and doubles over, reaching one fin out for his cooling heart...
You squeeze your paw again, and it implodes, crumpling into a mass of squeezed meat. And then you command the shark further, feeling its pride being stripped away as you force its voice.
>"I HAVE LOST! I... I HAVE-"
Its eyes are already gone, so you calmly waddle over and tear its clean fins off; you make its body contort at your feet, the shark's soul screaming all the while.
>"NO! NOOO! YOU CAN'T- MY LORD!! AM I NOT WORTHY? AM I NOT-"
And then... you proceed to disassemble it in meaty chunks, bit by bit, synchronizing it with what you do the shark's soul. Agonizing minutes pass, as King Kuraselache is rendered into his component parts, and he shrieks all the while... and soon enough, there is nothing left, but the lingering echos of his voice being carried away by the wind.
This is the fate of those who stand up to the Sunfang, and the surviving sunfolk, the former woodfolk servants, the forgeslug, and even those few fleeing survivors, now know it.
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