[Oh boy TIME HAS ELAPSED AND MAHITO'S JUST POPPIN' BACK UP FROM THE FLOOR LIKE A SPRING DAISY with a little startled sound. After a beat, he looks down at his shredded shirt, plucking at some of the bloody scraps with his fingers before tapping his forehead just to make sure the hole is gone. Look, he's heard Double Dying doesn't stick, but you gotta make sure about these things!
Anyway, very seriously:]
--Hmmm, that was a 7.
[HIS RANKING FOR BEING KILLED THAT HE JUST CREATED.]
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Anyway, very seriously:]
--Hmmm, that was a 7.
[HIS RANKING FOR BEING KILLED THAT HE JUST CREATED.]
This was my only shirt...