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A black shadow appeared before the party.
“Who are you?” the shadow said in a hoarse, husky voice.
“You first — who are you? Don’t tell me you’re Lutz,” said Tyrone.
The shadow clucked with laughter. He had a voice that rubbed nerves the wrong way.
“What’s so funny!?”
“Why, I’m just laughing because you people just asked the same question as I. And as for your other question, ‘Could you be Lutz?’ – no, it would appear not.”
“You’re trying to find Lutz too, aren’t you. What do you plan to do by meeting Lutz?”
“Let’s see, what do I plan to do? Burn him to death with flames. Or maybe I’ll crush his face in with my staff. Cretins who make enemies out of Lord La Shiec deserve to be met with death.”
“You’re one of La Shiec’s underlings! I’m not going to let someone like you go meet Lutz!”
Alisa readied her sword.
He clucked once more with laughter. “You people are saying you want to fight me? I’m a robotic sorcerer – the great Cyborg Mage!”
Cyborg Mage: 18 + BP (1-E)
Alisa & Party: CP + BP (2-H)