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The next crossroads was the most difficult. as the daekin walked forward he would cross a rope strung across at waist length. it was visible. very visible.
This would leave the Daekin with two choices. He could slice the rope out of his way, or he could cross underneath it. a leap over was nigh impossible even unencumbered by his armor.
the choice now lay in the Vagaran's hand.
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if you want peace, prepare for war, but pray that the day never comes.
sometimes, it is just a good day to die.
Retreat? Hell, we just got here!-Argon Forest, 1918
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