Feeling a burst of energy, Marosa sat up and stood, lifting his injured arm and moving to punch the thing in the face again.
How dare it knock him over.
Drawing his fist back to punch again, surprise flitted across Marosa's face when the shadow just dissipated, leaving him staring where it was for a good few seconds.
"... huh."
Damage: 4
Shadow HP: -1/50
Marosa HP: 32/50
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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