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"God damn, I never thought anyone would wear out the word entertainment this fuckin fast. Damn..." Rhydderch pulled out his sword, looking over it before planting the tip on the sand in front of him. The shining yellow blade reflects the moon as he leans against it. "You may be right about hollows but I like to think those like us are capable of being held to a higher standard." His expression darkened as he pulled the sword from the sand, resting on his shoulder. " Something tells me I'm gonna have to resort to some good ol fashioned violence to get what I need here."