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Steven offered a hand to shake.
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[b]Fortis firmly shakes it.[/b] "So, did you help make this place or something?"
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"Nope. No help. Just a lot of matter manipulation."
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"Huh, cool. Could you manipulate me something?"
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"Sure! What would you like?"
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"A space ship, I suppose."
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"What type?"
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"A military class fighter."
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Steven raised a hand and pointed at a tree nearby. A blue-white beam shot from his hand and hit the tree, which began to bend and twist.