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... down to 64 points, the blow still leaves you flying through the air.
Oh, am I getting ahead of myself?
What is there to tell? A booming voice ordered all warriors to the front. Some idiot who called me ‘shieldie’ pushed me in that direction.
The cyclops pointed, uttered the words: “Tree explosion.” and laughed as everyone trying to circle around him developed a case of wood shards that had to be pared down to make tent stakes out of them.
The gladiators fought li ...
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