Echoes of war.

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His tired soldiers turn to him. Slowly down the Hill; his chainmail shines in the Sun. After the smoke of the battle stands out the shadow of a warrior with black armor approaching slowly. You expect it without flinching. Their eyes are crossed during a brief moment. Both howl, raising their swords on their heads. One against the other with fury is play.

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