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... the ground like a meteor, bounced, flipped once mid-air like an angry grandpa gymnast, and then launched himself back up again, only for Theon to casually float five meters higher with a sneer.
"Oh, for the love of—COME BACK DOWN AND DIE WITH DIGNITY, YOU FLAMING TOOTHPASTE STAIN!" Crisaius roared, lightning curling around his beard like a malfunctioning Tesla coil.
Theon, floating effortlessly with his arms crossed, looked down with the serenity of a smug pigeon who just pooped ...
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