"Eh, what the hell? Will's got magic, he needs to be knocked down a peg or two." Gabe said, tapping the card.
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Before Will's eyes, a card appeared again. This time though, the name above the card read: Logan -> Will. Under that, the card said: Curse! of Tongues! Get a new voice and a minus two to your next combat while you deal with it.
"This, like, can't be good." Will said with the voice of a stereotypical valley girl, "Like, what the hell? This is so totes unfair. Oh my God, I can't even, like, stop it."
"You know, if we can curse each other, that explains what this card does." Cal said, hand hovering over one of his cards, "You interested in a little payback?"
"Totes." Will said. With that, Cal slammed his hand down on the card.
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Logan saw a bright light as a card appeared in front of him. It read: Trap! Magic Bola! Your footwear becomes fused together, and cannot be removed, except with an item that removes curses, or with any curse or event that removes your footwear.
Logan fell over himself as his feet snapped together.
"I guess I'm crawling now." He said.