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Murder Bunny knew about banes, blades, and barriers but this spell shit...this spell shit was quite lost on him. Something told him there wasn't a spell in the book that could match the amount of unholy mayhem he was about to uncork on this sorry bunch of zealots, anyway.
Murder Bunny squeaked fiercely as he wound his flail above his head.
##MQ1: C (Charge at them) | Murder Bunny typically enjoyed the more direct approach of a swift and brutal end to his foes, but once in a while, why not play with your food? Sometimes you gotta live a little! Perhaps his black-horned companion would even enjoy the show.
##MQ2: C - Sacrifice him
...and to have the chance to steal his shit in addition?
"Don't mind if I do," Murder Bunny snarled as he plucked his key out of his waistband.
##BQ1: A - Open it | 
