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*the figure smiles wickedly, wandering to the fallen Jester, brandishing a scythe in her hand* Your end it seems *spinning the scythe so the blade hovers over his neck* Goodnight. *she pushes the blade down to cut through his neck, severing his head cleanly, his body bursting into a sea of black flame to leave no traces of the creation behind as she moves on*
Jester raises a couple of drapes to intercept the scythe, he was weak and couldn't keep blocking it for long, "I'm not going to die...im just wounded..." his voice was like a whisper, but it was as clear as the sky.