"Spruce, I accept the challenge! I will start a riot! And when I start dying at Goldenfeather's claws, I will drag my dying body over here for you to remember, that it would have been you!" Amethyst cried over her shoulder, cause Spruce has that effect. He is so conceded he makes the calm and collected, or the frantic and collected in her case, because she keeps herself overly busy, into ultimate mad cuckoos.
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