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“Hmm, it seems that he’s grown a lot more powerful than I would’ve ever imagined,” Zamorak said out loud to himself in the darkest, hottest pit of hell. “I wonder if Sarah is stronger still.”
“I can answer that for you,” said Saradomin, breaking in from the south wall, lava exploding everywhere. Saradomin brought up a see-through blue shield, which surrounded his entire body, protecting him from the lava.
“Saradomin, you idiot!” Zamorak spat. “I hope you know that this whole place could explode, taking you and Me with it!! Be careful!”
“Yeah, and you could make it less hot in here!” Saradomin snapped back. “For the love of me, why does it have to be over 50 degrees Celsius in this cursed place?”
“That’s just as stupid as asking why is does it have to be under 30 degrees Celsius up there. Now will you answer my question?” Zamorak barked.
“Sure. Sarah and Zamak have about equal strength. This will be a fight interesting to watch. I don’t like you, but seeing this with you is an opportunity I can’t miss. Want to watch?”
“Let’s.”
“Hold on,” Saradomin said, stopping the whole mood of watching a great fight. “I smell something.”
Zamorak lifted up his arm and smelled his armpits. Saradomin started laughing so hard, he fell to the ground, dropped his staff, and looked like he was having a seizure.
“No Zamora-” He was interrupted as his laughter cut him off. Zamorak was just standing there, confused, wondering what was going on.
“What’s so funny Sarado-?”
“Wait, wait, let me finish holding my side.” He continued laughing. After about a minute, the laughter started to die down. “Ok… ok… I’m done.”
“Now what was so funny?” Zamorak asked, his arm crossed, and his face slightly contorted in an angry look.
“I didn’t mean something smelled,” Saradomin said, still laughing just a little bit. “I meant I smell a bet.”
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