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Alaria runs around, heals herself, and throws knives... Gingkink chases after her until he burns out his strength abandons him...
Lady Alaria Doran ultimately prevails...
The assessment of what transpired is left to Deus and the present "spectators"...
Well, Pestilence, you yourself understand that if Alaria hadn't gone into stealth, Lorican would have just sat in defensive mode while she duked it out with Gingkink. I didn't really have much of a choice here, unless the goal was to throw the match quickly like Rezara did. We play to win — we play to win. At least I didn't start spamming knives right away, but decided to make it a bit more interesting.
Pestilence has no objections. Pestilence is a "stickler for the letter" and a "machine". Judge Emilia is too. Everything by the rules? Then it's OK. And as for what Deus and the spectators think — that's Deus's and the spectators' business...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
Злобный Ящур
