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WRONG MOTHERFUCKIN ANSWER, BRO. i ain't givin you a choice.
[And with that, he launches himself at Cain, hands reaching out for his eyes. he might not be able to access his strife specibi here, but his claws are still sharp, and if a clown improvise, well, what sort of clown is he? NOT VERY MUCH OF ONE, HE'D LIKE TO THINK]