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[Npc](Open ) A tale of the would be hero ( M )
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He gave a nod and drew of all things a sword , one that was only a replica of a legendary blade . However still sharp enough to rip through flesh with relative ease , he made his way to the bandit keep with haste . Using the cover of ally fire to cut as many of the enemy down as he could , being quick about it as well . He had no time to rest however , as it seemed each time they dropped one of the thugs . That two more would pop out to replace them . He was quickly hitting his limit , his body screaming at him to stop . He would not let up the pressure on them however , hoping against hope that they could win this day .


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