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... down to even the most minute of atoms he continued to smile.

His lust for battle overcame his fear of the enemy and of his inevitable death. He knew clearly that there was no hope in surviving this clash and because of that he was able to let go of a lot of things.

The pain throughout his body lessened slightly as his hands balled into tight (albeit awkward looking) fists. He would have preferred to stand with his glaive in hand but unfortunately it was sent flying in the opposit ...

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