"I'll bet you this sword," as Crackle said this he set Big Blue on the counter. "Why don't you offer yours?" Crackle had to try to get something out of it. Aura flowed through his system in an attempt to cleanse his system of the dreaded alcohol. The effect was similar to taking a drop out of the ocean and expeceting the tsunami not to be as devastating. His vision still pulsed, his speech was still slurred, and it sounded like someonehad their hands over his ears.

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