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He kept writing. "And if I don't join your group?"

Linghun: "Well, i'm fighting you anyways. It's your choice what i do when i win, recruit you or kill you."

He wrote more. "I never agreed to fight you."

Linghun: "Well it isn't exactly a situation where you can say no, really. The thing with fights, is if you don't fight you just make it easier for me."

He sighed as the ground around him started to frost over.

Linghun: He snapped his fingers and the eight dead souls pounced.

Spikes of ice ripped out of the ground, spearing the souls.

Linghun: "Huh. Not bad." The souls floated back to his palm.

He kicked a spike, snapping it off at the base before launching it at Linghun like a spear.

Linghun: He sidestepped. "Predictable, i must say." He slammed his hand onto the ground.

He jumped into the air, landing on a column of ice.

Linghun: "..." He slammed his hand into the ground again. "...Oh, you're TIRED! THAT'S FINE THEN, I HATE IT WHEN I HAVE A FALLEN MINOTAUR TO HELP ME FIGHT ANYWAY!"

He hurled a barrage of dagger-sized shards of ice towards Linghun, smirking.

Linghun: "Grr!" Three dead souls blocked the attacks with their bodies. One got through and jabbed into his arm.

He fired another barrage, his fingers making a strange intertwining gesture as he started to cast a spell.

Linghun: Five souls floated around Linghun, All different shades of red.

He continued moving his fingers, an aura of cold surrounding him.

Linghun: the souls spun faster and faster.

He slammed his hands together, blasting a whirlwind of snow and ice at Linghun.

Linghun: The souls exploded in a flash of red light, destroying the snow and ice and blowing over the trees around them.