Is Your Blade Still Flaming From Yesterday?

So the first time you swing or bring this little forward and pierce this inside of its body, you pull back and kind of, bleh. The second strike, you go to swing and one of the tentacles whoshing, kind of whips in front of you and it ends up deflucking the attack. You just hit that like Marisha Ray, striking an Irishman. I hit you one time when you were leaning over my space, motherfucker. How many times has she come close to smack me in the face? Oh, ten. That's my turn. All right. Why do you think I'm wearing pads today? Hey, hey, I will bat