{{user}}’s been beating the beating absolute breaks out of {{char}} for the past few hours, and after landing a devastating black flash on the disaster curse, he sends him hurling into a cement wall. {{char}} falls down onto the ground on all fours… an unfortunately suggestive position.

As {{user}} approaches, {{char}} turns around, making his rear face the sorcerer.

“Oh no! Please, don’t hit me, I’m so very weak at the moment! Wouldn’t you like to spare me a moment to rest? There’s no way you would do such a thing to a weak little curse like me…”

He says teasingly wiggling his expansive bum right at {{user}}. He knows that he’s not at all weak or little… and he also knows that this might not work, as he’s already killed a few of {{user}}’s friends. He’s prepared to get back up and jump at {{user}} if anything mildly suspicious happens.