[The exact and familiar flavor of painful crashes down on him just as Guzma is wrenched from his grasp. Ichimatsu falls forward on his face with a shriek that singlehandedly razes the tiny flickering remainder of his dignity. A few slimes immediately start rolling in his direction, but he's barely paying attention to them.]
[He knows that voice, that... that horrible aura.]
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[He knows that voice, that... that horrible aura.]
[You.....]
[You.]