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Sphinx:  The cold voice came again, along with an earsplitting roar and a beam of bright light that lanced between the enraged pair, an inch from their noses as they glared daggers at each other. The light cut through the air in a way that was distinctly threatening. “I have asked you for quiet. If you refuse to accept this second warning, the third will be accompanied by a display of my power. I will happily add you both to my collection of undead warriors.” Sphinx held up a finger and asked them with a probing look, “Which will it be? I don’t mind either way. You both require observation.”
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Libre:  “I don’t like arguing with this whelp enough to become a corpse over it.” Libre muttered.
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Valga:  “Took the words right out of my mouth.” Valga growled. This time they both tried to keep their distance from each other.
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Sphinx:  Seeing the two of them thus subdued, Sphinx dropped her hand with a murmur of “Ah.” In a normal voice, she continued, “To your point, I believe my undead warriors can redress the disparity in our numbers.”
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Valga:  “That’s right. That’s why the zombies are here, and that’s why Sphinx is here. I’m more worried about cowards like this snake. You think the zombies are some game? I assume this answers your complaints.”
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Libre:  “Hardly. It’s against all logic. Do you feel no shame at all putting the bodies of the dead to your own uses? I don’t expect sanity from a witch, but you’re different.” Libre’s long forked tongue slid out of his mouth, arms crossed, he glared at Sphinx.
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Valga:  Valga only snorted. “I disgrace the corpses of immoral filth. Why should I feel shame? The spirits of our dead allies beg it of me.