[Luckily, he manages to stop the attack before she casts lullaby—an inch in front of her face—because if he didn't, she probably would have gotten a very painful nose surgery. Let's call that the one lucky thing to happen today. His eyes widen as he realizes what's happening and he instantly reverts Harbinger to its compact, mostly-harmless form before he drops to the floor.
Congratulations, drunkle is now passed out on the floor.]
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Congratulations, drunkle is now passed out on the floor.]