Scrambling through the dense, twisting and unstable... I run into a clearing but trapped. Next to me paper. I see scissors with a Squeal from the metal Working against each other. Paper dashes with speed trying to take scissors out but with a slash of a blade takes paper out. I stamped and roared. Leaped higher than ever before I put my hands is a first spiralling down Smashing scissors.
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