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“Hello,” said a Goblin from beside him. “Let’s be friends.”
“Let’s not,” Riplock growled. “You guys don’t look as fun as you think.”
He remembered hearing the Rockbiters talk about their berserk fighting technique.
Something, they said, just snaps. And there you go. Blood everywhere.
That’s what they said.
Riplock glared into the purple eyes of the Northman and thought deep inside that glow he could see the Deadspore itself, squirming in the man’s skull, and something inside the Hobgoblin just snapped.