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"Yes, they turned their murderous intents on those who they once rejected..." Jospeh speaks, his mask making the widest, biggest and goofiest grin a tale teller could muster. His voice also shifted in response to this 'cartoonish' grin, a very, very deridive grin "...and that is when things really went to hell in a handbasket for the Order. The only thing one could do to make things go southe faster would be to go beat up a hellhound's mate. In front of her. In a family reunion".

Keeping his ridiculous grin, mister Allure waves his fingers, the one of the avatars of Order striking at the exiles...only to be meet with the broad side of a claymore. Wielded like that, they did naught more than to slap anything in front of them. Unless it were to be this man inflicted with the blow, this 'slap' had the undesirable effect of crippling the man well beyond combat abilities.

"The moment they decided that the exiles needed to die, it was over for them. Fighting with a unnatural fury over the death wish cast upon their newly weds, the amazons flew in a trance, shattering all hope for the opposite camp to even foster an idea as to how to turn the tide".

The avatars of the bone amazons rampage and smash all around them, sending scores of knights, pikemen, archers, anything flying, making their way through a road of battered armors, bruised men and broken egos.

"And that's not even the worst part..." he keeps going, his stupid grin still tetherd on his mask.