Catching your opponent off guard. You swing your sword with the fury of a thousand storms and, with little to no resistance, slice clean through the customer's neck. Their head slides forward and thuds onto the desk. The customer's body slumps forward and is propped up by the front of the counter. The clerk looks surprised but doesn't move. After a moment, a glowing green fluid spouts from the customer's severed esophagus and splatters onto the clerk's face. He screams in agony as the fluid sizzles and melts through the flesh of the clerk's face. He falls over dead.


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