"Alright, I will give you strength again, but this time the strength will not be as strong unfortunately. Is that alright with you, Immortal Ring, formerly known as the First Immortal?" asked the monk in a cheeky sort of way, trying to get the Immortal Ring fired up again. The Immortal Ring looked back calmly at the boulder and shrugged. The monk was a little baffled by the apathy shown by the Immortal Ring but remembered the personality of the Immortal Ring from before Baratuq magic - Poropo knew the Immortal Ring would do whatever was told of them and decided to change the plan a little, "well, if you are apathetic to whatever I give you, then I will give you a weaker version of speed first, let you chip away at the boulder again, and then give you more strength to finish the job." The monk got up from his meditating position knowing the spell he was going to give the Immortal Ring would be weaker and therefore have a lower range. The monk then lead the Immortal Ring to the boulder in order to stand right next to the darned thing, hoping the Immortal Ring would feel as though they still have a job to do, "Alright, go ahead and take care of this last boulder...pretend it is me." The monk was unsure if the Immortal Ring would respond aggressively towards an imaginary Poropo, but the hope was two fold - either the Immortal Ring cared for the monk and would not attack or the monk would know the true feelings of the Immortal ring and see attacks happening shortly. Sure enough, the speed spell activated, with a much smaller magic circle, and allowed the Immortal Ring to attack with severe aggression once more! Poropo was a little worried.
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