"Heh heh heh. So, looks like yer plan backfired eh." Fate stood menacingly over the tiny Graves. "Well let's just see what we can do about that."
Fate took a few steps forward and leaned downwards to get a better look at his tiny arch nemesis. Graves looked exactly the same, expect he was probably smaller than one of Fate's cards. The shrunken outlaw was making varying displays of faces and words but Fate ignored them. After all, he was the giant and Grave's insignificant size meant he called the shots.
Reaching out with one hand the card master scooped up Graves from off the ground and brought him to eye level, examining the shrunken man. In his hand Graves was completely clamped together but that didn't stop him from struggling and Fate grinned as he watched, enjoying the frantic look on his enemy's face.
Holding the outlaw tightly in his hand, Fate began walking, his eyes both on the ground and the prized possession in his hand. Absentmindedly he spoke.
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