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Notes: delgo looks up at valtac, the pickaxe still stuck in his groin, and,
seeing it has had no impact on valtac except to make him even more angry,
delgo gives a sheepish smirk and says [uh, sorry about that?] and valtac
starts to move up with his mace as we vut to the next shot
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