First off, Sorcerers don't have a good name to slander. You're all puke,
to be quite honest. And I could care less what you care about. In fact, I
didn't even address my last post to you, I addressed everyone in saying what
a lying cheat you are.
Next, I fully expected to die. You're bigger, stronger, and more experienced
than I am, using strategies I've never seen and techniques for which I
currently have no counter. I challenged you for the sheer experience of it,
and I wanted it to go on longer than 20 seconds, which is why I requested
you leave off the demon lords. I have no delusions to my own strength: I
can defeat some, and I can be defeated by some.
Lastly, if you are to have held on to your word, the demon lords would not
have even been present where we fought at all. Whether it be by accident
or design, you broke the agreement, and I'm sorry, but there's no way you
can possibly refute that. Demon lords were present when you said they
would not be, and that is that.
You remind me of a little child attempting to excuse his actions. \"But mommy,
I didn't MEAN to break the lamp! Honest! \" Well, lesson learned by me.
--Mage Sorianon of Mercinae
P. S.: Heh, I really hope you can beat me whenever you want, Huzow. If you
couldn't, you'd be one pitiful character indeed.
Written by my hand on the 17th of Paglost, in the year 1036.