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"I mean, we've all just respawned so we're at full saturation."
Scott and Impulse were just stood there, no armor or anything to stop him from just killing them. He knew he wanted to.
"Oh, that's true, yeah." Impulse replied, arms folded across his chest. Martyn barely hesitated before grabbing his bucket of lava and tossing it over Scott.
"Nah, I don't wanna play this silly game." He swung his diamond sword at his teammate, glinting with enchantments that he had painstakingly carved into it. Without that, Scott might have had a chance to react.
Smajor1995 has run out of time!
He turned towards Impulse.
"I wanna do it this way, I wanna do it exactly this way."
Impulse stumbled back, eyes wide, before he regained his footing and began to run.
"Woah–"
"It doesn't matter if you're a Mean Gill or a Bad Boy or you're a.. a Neighbour or a Clocker." Martyn slipped up on his words slightly, but he was too focused on killing Impulse with a final swing of his sword.
Impulsesv has run out of time!
"You're all going down, none of these niceties, this is a death match.. for a reason. Oh, that feels good, time is delicious!"
He let out a laugh. It was sharp against his throat. The warmth of gaining time soothed the slight hint of pain. He was out of breath, but it didn't matter. Time fixed everything, and he felt nice for a moment.
Now there was no-one to kill for time.
Doesn't mean he didn't win though.
Inthelittlewood has run out of time!