*DarkDeac leaps into the air, followed by Deac. Their swords clash as they strike constantly at each other, slashing, chopping, thrusting, only to be blocked. Every move is countered, but DarkDeac seems to have the upper hand*
DarkDeac: You're more machine now than man.
Deac: And you are just a dead god stuck in a shell. But at least I'm just mortal.
*Kicks DarkDeac in the groin. DarkDeac gasps in agony*
DarkDeac: You....arghhh...mortal...pains... why?
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