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Milo heard laughing from the ledge below. He peered over the edge, and saw none other than Legin himself watching the battles. Nigel was unconscious nearby. Milo jumped down and landed on top of Legin. “This is your end Legin!” Legin chuckled and zipped out from underneath Milo. Next thing Milo knew, Legin was choking him.
“Fóòł. Ÿøû ręåłłÿ thōüght ÿøû çøùłd dêfëãt mē âłøñę? Ñįgēł čöūłdń’t.” Milo tried to choke a retort, but then he heard someone say, “What’s up guys?!”
At the sound of a grunt’s voice, Legin dropped Milo. Milo grunted, and laid still. He wanted to see how this would play out. Legin snarled, “Whåt įš thîś?” The grunt giggled, “Me GlibGlub! Me from the future!” Legin tilted his head, intrigued, “Thę fûtürē? Įf ÿøû ãrê íñdēēd frøm thê fütûrê, tėłł mę, whät ìś mÿ ńėw ēmpįrė łīkê?”
GlibGlub laughed again, “New empire? There no empire! You big dead.” Legin stepped back, “ŁÏÂR!”
“Nope! Someone supposed to attack you about now!” GlibGlub walked forward, and bumped into something invisible. Kemis fizzled in and out of vision. Legin dashed over and punched out the pink Spartan. Legin turned to the grunt, “Įt šéèmś ÿøû hävê prėvęñtēd mÿ àšśášśīńâtíøń.” Legin lifted the Grunt to his feet, and brought him to the edge of the cliff.
“Ñøw, tēłł mē möré ōf thë fùtùrė...”