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'I spat blood onto the grass, sheathing my sword. Common! Where are you Jira?! Where are your troops?! Where is my support?! I straightened my back, bent my knees, and slightly drew my Katana. “Lord, give me strength.” Then the Creature charged, as I drew my blade completely out of its scabbard.'
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