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Greetings, Master Wade!

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((Well dang, I got full-on kung fu panda 2 vibes from that.))

Daniels bows deeply to Two Shores. "And you have my respect, that was better fought than anyone I've engaged with in my lifetime that I can remember, save perhaps for one particularly manic crackhead I ran into once in Jersey. Your pattern of motion and skill in redirecting momentum is phenomenal, and I admit I would be uncertain of victory if I engaged you in a straight fight while you had your blade. I'd love to do this again sometime - I believe we have a lot we could learn from each other," he says. "I do believe that we each have things to attend to, however, unless you wish to continue?"

Does the lady wish to fight again? If so, I'm certainly up for it, but if not, bid Shores adieu for now and go ask around to find this Big Dipper fellow.

Gak, which is probably also the noise a few other people are gonna be making at some point in the future

"Non-us people outta here, right-o, bucko!"

Gleefully terrorize any unlucky non-Omega people I find until they either run away or run into something/someone that kills them. Or make enough noise that someone else lets me have more permanent fun with them. Either way, make with the psychological and physical scarring of innocents in the vicinity.

"What, yer asking mine? You tell me yours first, names are cagey things."

Be warned that this course of action may result in you no longer wearing pants.

That'll just turn my metaphorical Freudian attitude literal.

And besides, my tracksuit has become like the costumes of most anime characters, it repairs itself when no one's looking.

Bounce around boredly. If I spot anyone who isn't in the Legion and is thus collateral damage, have a bit of stabbity fun on their toes until it's time to go or whatever. If there's no one like that around, then obsessively check the edges on all my knives.

Zal-hasar briefly contemplates pursuing corrective measures, but decides against it. Instead, he decides to latch onto the telepathic signal, and use one of the still-plentiful (I assume there were more than six corpses in the stockpile?) corpses as a focus for the presence - whatever it wishes to communicate will be said by the corpse. Undead radio!

"I can't do that, but I can kill the guy real fast for ya if you dress me in a child's skin and pretend to sell me to him. That'd be funny, wouldn't it, eh? 'Oh lookit this nice likkle kid ya selling me 'ere oh lordy its stabbing me oh it's not a kid at all how was I so fucking stupid blergh' and then I cut off his foot and use it as a lucky charm, how 'bout that?"

Jabbering creative and morally bankrupt assassination methods.