Talk:Baphomet/@comment-26517142-20160521164805/@comment-30700719-20170227030048

"Eh. Go ahead. I'll just respawn back on board the Trieste. Far, far away from here." She swings the scythe brilliantly, and I am indeed frightened. But I quickly shift back into 'I don't care' mode. "If you wanted a fight, I'll give you one. Here, you get the first swing." I say, fabricating my knife. She looks at me with a confused expression, then suddenly swings the scythe, nearly cutting me in two. I duck, then lunge with my knife. The sharp blade makes a large notch in the handle. "Would you look at that, I damaged your scythe." She growls in frustration and hits me right in the neck. Instead of my head going flying, a dull burning starts in my neck and lower jaw. "W-what is this..." I say, falling to my knees. "Whatever it is, I don't like it! Activate Protocol Phoenix!" The PDA fabricates a chemical reaction, engulfing my body in flames. A couple hours later, I wake up. "Do you smell something cooking?" 