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Bloodwind versus Crevan
Crevan grins as Bloodwind takes flight despite being wounded and bleeding in several places. Not at all concerned that
it has become an aerial fight, he crosseshis arms, waiting to see what other tricks the dragon might have in store for him.Noticing
a portal appear in the night sky, he eyes it, interested in seeing what purpose it holds. As a horrific looking creature emerges
from the gate, he stares dumbfounded at the foul beast and covers his ears as it lets out a high pitched screech. Hearing
only silence after the necromancer speaks, he relaxes onlyto have his attention diverted to above him as something drips onto
his shoulder. Having no time to dodge the bird, he lets out a cry of pain as the talons rip into his shoulder, mangling the
flesh and staining his shirt with blood. Moving his free hand quickly, he swings his weapon with all his strength, cracking
the things leg and forcing it let the druid go. Quickly distancing himself from the rotting animal, Crevan tucks his staff
under his arm and utters a healing spell, repairing the damage caused to him. Noticing that the giant monstrosity is now directly
between him and his foe, the vampire smirks widely and aims the tip of his weapon at the bird, chanting the whole time, causing
a black orb to appear. As the ebon sphere increases in mass, he forces it towards the creature summoned by Bloodwind and watches
as the sphere is absorbed it into its body. Seconds later, the unfortunate thing trembles violently and gives a pitiful shreek
before exploding in a barrage of fiery body parts which are sent hurtling towards the dragon.
Bloodwind curses angrilly, seeing the large orb absorbed by his beast and then the explosion that follows moments later.Not,
having any time to chant or protect himself the dragon drops down covering himself hastely with his wings, only to havea large
talon rip through, tearing through his shoulder in a large gash.Wincing, the dragon rises his body covered in various reaking
parts, raising his scepter with a grimace the dragon flies higher, his bleeding body ripping as he starts to chant.The skies
of the clear night start to cloud eerily surrounding the dragon's body, moments later a loud crash of lightning is heard,
l rain starting to pour as the dragon chants on, his voice growing in the rage he now revels in, bloodlust overcoming his
body...Finally, finishing his chant the dragon smiles a red aura surrounding his diamond-tipped staff, then just as he finishes
his chant, multiple lightning flashes strike down around the area, attempting to pinpoint his opponent.
Crevan looks quietly at the brute as he attempts to use his wings as a shield against his onslaught. As a talon pierces
the fragile appendage, he smiles fiendishly and looks at the wounds that are revealed as Bloodind stretches his wings back
to their full length. Unaware of anything but the wounded beast, Crevan is surprised as he feels something else hitting his
shoulder. Tilting his head up,
expecting another creature, he is surprised to see that its raining. Realizing that his challenger caused this, he growls
slightly and turns his icy gaze to the necromancer. "You should not attempt to control that which you don't have an appreciation
for." With that said, he awaits the final strike from his foe. As thesaurian's weapon glows with a crimson aura created from
his second chant, Crevan moves warily, anticipating the worse. The vampires spicions are quickly realized as the ground is
attacked mercilessly with lightning, the attack meant to catch himoff guard. Weaving his delicate form around, he manages
to dodge most of them withease. Being thrown off his rhythm by two that strike in sychronisity, he is only able to dodge one
and is sent flying to the ground by the second which hits his soaked body, causing smoke to rise up from his burnt skin. Finding
the strength to stand despite the pain the intensifies with every step, he walks slowly until Bloodwind is directly above
him. Muttering to himself, he shivers as the temperature drops drastically, causing the rain that falls down to solidify,
creating chunks of ice that zoom down, threatening to strike Bloth the dragons wings and his now vulnerable body.
Bloodwind smiles darkly at the vampire's statement and then even wider as the stench of burnt flesh from one of his bolts
that has hit Crevan reaches his nostrils. Suddenly, a large piece of ice slices the side of the dragon's face, a bit of blood
flowing as the dragon realizes what has happened due to his opponent's effects on the weather.Finally, enraged that such an
attack would be made using an attack of his own design against him he shouts three words, the few pieces of ice still cutting
him, just before he screams out the last word, enfolding himself within in a bright white burst of flames his body dissappearing
to the point that only his eyes appear glowing from behind the fires, shielded from any further pain as he slowly lowers himself
to the ground.
Crevan is declared the winner
Crevan versus Tanya
Crevan climbs into the tree to survey the area more thoroughly and to prepare for his attack.
Dakini shrugs at Tanya.
Charlotte said to Dakini, "the only reason i am being ecent to you is becuase Nalsatu is my friend. I promisied him i would
kind to you. "
Tanya said to Dakini, "I do not appreciate what you did to my aunt and I have no clue why you did it"
Dakini glances at Charlotte then turns back, waiting for the duel to start.
Charlotte said to Tanya, "i know why. Crevan poisnoed her so she can do his dirtywork."
Charlotte said to Zondo, "so good to see you back"
Crevan dives gracefully out of the massive tree and lands quietly beside Tanya.Ignoring the glare that the female vampire
offers, he smirks and strips out of the armor that adorns his upperbody and face, making sure that it is all set to the side,
thus preventing damage to it. Sensing someone approach, he looks up to see his doppleganger enter the area, its expression
mocking his. Meeting the creatureby his pack, Crevan removes two wands and hands one to his duplicate while taking the other
for himself and approaching Tanya once more. Deciding a joint attack would be enough to overwhelm the vampire who is now his
target, the druid smirks and circles her and chants quickly while glancing up at the mimic circling behind Tanya. Pleased
that it is copying his movements, he finishes his incantation and holds his wand up, grinning as the weapons ignite at the
same time, one now controlling flame while the other burns with a cobalt glow, creating a sharp contrast. Continuing on with
the simulatanious attack, Crevan concentrates, bringing to life a half dozen swirling masses of indigo colored flame as his
doppleganger works to make the sam number of icy spheres appear in the air above. Signaling his counterpart by stepping forward,
both attacks are launched towards Tanya at the same time, aimed for almost every vulnerable spot, save her stomach.
Thomas folds his arms accross his chest watching the duel calmly.
Charlotte sits next to thomas with her baby son between them and the dark nightmares in front of the baby. As she watches
the duel carefully.
Zondo watches the creatures follow Crevan, then realises that he must have a close bond with his doppleganger friends, as
they plan to duel side by side, the necromancer then lets a small grin form on his blood stained lips.
Zondo nods slightly to Shadow, and watches as it stands next to Charlotte's nightmare.
Tanya the female vampire eyes the vamperic Druid that is circling her, as she doesthis she is hit with both the attacks one
hits her in the leg and the other hits her on the arm and she winces in pain. She continues to stand her ground. She shakes
it off. The Vampires grins as her fangs start to gleam in the sunlight, a crimson liquid starts to drip from the corners of
her mouth and fall to the ground.This crimsion liquid is as thick as blood she licks her lips and grins even more.The Ranger
reaches on to her back where her obsidian-hellfire crossbow hangs.As she unsheathes her bow you notice that it glows a red
color as she raises it glows brighter. The ranger closes her eyes and she starts to chant a unknown language and as she does
this a dark mist starts to engulf her it is now to the point where she can not be seen. She walks out of the mist riding a
nightmare the nightmares eyes glow red. She reaches behind her one last time to the quiver on herback and pulls out 19 arrows
all evenly placed in her hand she than strings her bow and points it to the sky she releases her bow and lets the arrows soar
she than lowers her crossbow and she chants an unfamiliar language and a greenish liquid starts to drip from the tips of the
arrows.
Crevan remains expressionless as both attacks make contact with Tanya's flesh,injuring the ranger as a result. Intrigued
as a brilliant crimson glow catches his attention, he glances up and notices her weapon pulsing with a light that only increases
in severity as she raises the tainted weapon.Thankful for her sudden disappearance as a result of the mist that seemingly
swallows the vampiress
whole, Crevan takes the brief lull in fighting to blink the spots out of his eyes and brushes his hair back with his hand
just as Tanya reappears, charging out of the darkness on a shadowy beast. Keeping his attention on the ranger and nothing
else,Crevan watches her movements carefully as she notches the arrorws into her bow and sends them all flying towards him.
Doing his best to avoid them all, he trips over a rock midway through the volley and winces as a trio of arrows pierce his
shoulder, wounding the area and turning it a sickly green color in response to the liquid that was on the arrowheads. Shaking
off his double, he stands of his own accord and readies for a solo attack as the copy shrugs and heads over to the tree to
watch. Picking up his staff which was somehow dropped in the commotion, Crevanwraps a pallid hand along the middle and holds
it up once again. Sneering at his target, the druid chants in basic elvish and looks up as a minature sphere appearsover the
top of his weapon. Continuing his chant, the orb increases rapidly in size. Stopping once it has grown to the desired size,
he leaps into the air and swings his staff downward in an arc, sending the attack hurting through the air towards Tanya where
it will burn her flesh to the bone if she fails to dodge in time.
Trixie steches on her tippy toes to see over the crowd
Deavanor picks up trixie and sets her on his shoulder so she can see.
Trixie smiles
Thomas shakes his head still having his arms folded accross his chest.
Trixie snowy sinces zondo and walks to him
Zondo remains hidden from view, his hand reaching out and idly passing through thelepoards course white fur coat.
Trixie snowy purrs
Tanya watches crevan throw the orb at her she tilts her head down as her long whitebangs cover her face and she watches the
attack coming she grins and she moves quickly to the left and the orb grazes her hand on the way by rning her hand she grabs
her hand in pain and this time when she looks back up at crevan her eyes areglowing a very deep red. she turns and runs past
him leaping up into the tree that stands there. All you hear is chanting coming from the top of the tree, th vamprissleaps
back out of the tree and when she lands on the groundin front of Creavon she turns to him and grins evily. She peers down
at her bow that is
pointing to the ground and the bow seems to be glowing a bluish color now with a form that is taking shape within it. She
looks back up at crevan and turns around and walks a safe distance away. The form that is slowly taking shape now looks like
a arrow and it is glowing a very light blue shr raises her bow one last time and releases the mystical arrow. She lowers the
bow and starts to close her eyes and chant again a language simular to the one before an orb starts to grow on the tip of
the arrow and the orb glows a very bright red color.
Thomas growls deeply knowing something is wrong.
Deavanor stares blankly ak crevan, incinerating flames engulfing his eyes. The dragons focused orbs slowly morph to an ebony
abyss as his insalubrious anger stirs wildfires in his heart.
Thomas hasn't forgive Trixie for what happened the other night.
Zondo notices Thomas' anger towards Trixie and chuckles slightly, mumbling to himself.
Crevan catches the aroma of burnt flesh once more as his last attack makes contact with part of Tanya's body, wounding
her further as a result. As she runspast him and leaps into the tree, the druid grabs hold of the arrows which are still embedded
in his skin, gritting his teeth together as he yanks them out. Tossing the used projectiles to the ground, he steps forward
to approach the tree and wobbles as a result of the poison that is slowly coursing through his veins now. Alarmed by this,
the doppleganger rushes to his side and helps the vampire stand upright.Leaning on his staff for support, Crevan hears Tanya
chanting again and looks up, his expression half curiousity and half weariness from the venom that is weakening him slowly.
Spotting what he was looking for, he watches as the bow pointed at his body is now surrounded by a dark cobalt light that
pulses ominously.Backing up to give himself a chance to properly defend, the vampire glances around,trying to find anything
that would block the arrow formed from pure energy. Unsuccessful in his task, he attempts to move out of the way but is slowed
noticeably by the concoction affecting his system. Slamming into the around and staining his shirt with the dirt and grass
that is growing here, the vampire looks at the bloodied wound and attempts to stand futilely. Beckoning his companion close,
he whispers into the creatures ear and nods, attempting to sit up as the doppleganger finishes the fight up for him. Determined
to make her suffer for that,the magical entity grips its weapon tightly and sneers as it turns to face Tanya. With nothing
but a hand movement, the weapon ignites once more as Crevan's replacement stalks towards its prey. Stopping as it gets fairly
close to her, the duplicates grins broadly and swings the staff rapidly, sending vortices of flame streaking towards the vampire,
their only intention to melt the metallic armor which covers her body to her flesh. Right behind the primary attack, it stampedes,taking
a small dagger from its belt with the desire to slash at her throat.
Tanya watches as the flames get closer and closer to her as the doppleganger attempts to weld her armor to her body. She backs
up a distance as the flames burn at her arm. She now watches as the doppleganger closes in on her with a dagger drawn. The
Vampriss starts to levitate but not completely out of the way the doppleganger slashes in to her leg and she loose consentration
and falls to the ground in pain. She looks behind her at her nightmare and whistles the nightmare comes forth to aid her its
eyes are now a very dark crimsion red, it also has flames coming out of its nose each time it snorts. It bends down and hlepsher
up
onto its back she grins at Crevan and says "at least I can get up and finish the duel" She starts to take her bow apart and
she uses the string part of it to tie upthe doppleganger she ties a knot in the string and uses it like a losso and tosses
it at the doppleganger that is still attempting to harm her. With the doppleganger tied up she than focases her attention
on Crevan and grins. She pulls out a dagger and takes the wood part of her bow and starts to carve it as the nightmare charges
at crevan. as they approach him she raises the now newly carved spear she has made and she launches it at chrevans chest as
she starts to glare at him. The nightmare and tanya than stop charging him and they stand there and watch everything,
Thomas unfolds his arms awaiting to catch Tanya.
Crevan coughs weakly and looks onward, satisfied as the faint hiss of metal pressed against skin reaches his ears. Keeping
his gaze locked on the two combatants, he frowns as Tanya destroys her weapon and uses the string to restrictany further movement
from the doppleganger taking his form. Catching sight of the ranger sharpening a chunk of wood with a sharpened dagger, he
opens his eyeslarmed now that he has no real defense. As his assailant gets closer, the vampire attempts to stand to dodge
the surely lethal attack that's been planned against him. Somewhat successful in his task, the pointed edge pierces his side
and hits his rib cage, sending pain surging through his body. Unsure of his ability to stand, even with the aid of his staff,
he uses the last of his strength to drag himself to the ree and stands against it for support.
Zondo nods "The duel is done, if the other judges will tell me who they vote for, then I shall speak aloud.
Tanya collapses to the ground now that the duel is finally over she can rest
Thomas catches Tanya quickly.
Zondo said, "So it says, tanya, I am sorry, but you have lost. Crevan, you dueled well and you made it to be the winner *nods*
I so it remains, the final vote is 2to 1 in favor of Crevan."
Deavanor runs to tanyas side, a tenderness in his eyes that has never been seen before in this powerful dragon as he tries
to tend the wounds of his grandaughter.
Charlotte hisses at Crevan with an evil glare at him. Tries to stay calm watching to find out tanya fatie. Diablo eyes turn
red.
Deavanor said to Tanya, "Are you ok hun?"
Crevan takes this time to mutter quickly under his breath while remaining propped against the tree. Within seconds, the healing
abilites acquired over time begin to work, ridding his body slowly of the normally lethal toxins that would have killed any
living person by this point. Coughing again, he moves away from the trunk slowly to make sure he doesn't get dizzy as a result
of sudden movements.
Tanya looks up at thomas and smiles amd whispers
Crevan said to Charlotte, "Keep acting like that and you're next."
Tanya said to Deavanor, "I will be fine grandpa"
Crevan said to Tanya, "Enjoy your final few hours of freedom. "
Charlotte said to Crevan, "you're fogetting I dont have to accpet a duel. "
Zondo watches friction build between Charlotte and Crevan "I have a feeling that the duel to end it all has just begun."
Charlotte said to Zondo, "no I am staying calm "
Crevan walks over to his doppleganger and severs the cord binding him quickly before looking around. Smirking fiendishly at
Tanya, he gathers up his items and nods to Dakini before heading off to relax.
Tanya whispered something to Thomas.
Crevan said to Charlotte, "Spoken like a true coward."
Crevan exits north.
Thomas looks down at Tanya and smiles at her." You tryed your best..." He sighs saddly knowing the outcome to the duel.
Zondo said to Charlotte, "For now... And now I take my leave, I shall be aorund hollow somewhere, if I am needed."
Crevan versus Xaandria
Crevan looks around the small shop and nods to Xaandria, taking a battle stance even before the gesture has been finished.
Ready for a good fight, he starts things off by motioning to Patrick and circling around the female vampire. Unconcerned with
whether anything gets broken or ruined, the druid tosses his staff to the doppleganger who has now finished his snack and
removes a second staff from his belt. Waving a pallid hand along the blade, he grins and brushes back a lock of his ebon coloured
hair as the weapon is engulfed in green flames up to the hilt, which, unbeknownst to any but him, will freeze anything it
touches instantly. Keeping one eye on his intended target and the other on his duplicate, the vampire backs up slowly as his
ally does the same. With nothing more but a slight nod of his head in the direction of Patrick, Crevan charges forward, and
at the last moment, slides his body along the smooth floor, aiming the fiery weapon at the spellblade's legs with the intent
of immobilizing her quickly.
Xaandria returns Crevan’s nod. Her eyes quickly dart towards Patrick then back to her opponent. On her side, a newly
bought sword is precisely placed, ready for action. Without much thought in it, the woman grabs her new toy and pulls it from
the sheath just as Crevan slides towards her. Not realizing until the very last moment the spell he’s cast, Xaan takes
a step back. The dragon however, takes two long strides to reach his mistress’ side. Instead of the green flames hitting
the vampiress, the come in contact with her beloved beast and stops him dead in his tracks. Xaan narrows her eyes at Crevan,
paying little attention to the doppleganger at the moment, and lets out an ear-piercing scream as she leaps on her pet’s
back. The guard in the shop draws his own blade, keeping a close eye on the woman and her pet. The ex-captain pulls the weapon
over her right shoulder. White flames engulf the blade, lighting up the entire room. She takes one small step and it seems
she would fall from her companion’s back but she flips over, landing directly in front of Crevan. By now, the guard
is mumbling something about people having no respect towards others and begins to make his way towards the center of the shop.
The druid takes Xaan’s attention though and in one fluid motion, she pulls the blade back over her shoulder in a swiping
motion across his chest. The force of the swing causes her to spin around, lowering the blade enough to knock the flames from
around the dragon’s legs and freeing him.
Crevan is surprised by the dragon that blocks his attack, freezing it instead of the one he intended. Standing up and leaping
onto one of the glass cases, he ignores the feeling of his legs being cut by the shards of broken glass and the blood that
begins seeping into his boots. More concerned with keeping the metallic footwear stainless, he grudgingly removes them and
sits the boots in a safe place before turning back to face Xaandria only to find she has moved closer to him and that the
room is filled with a brilliant light that emanates from the females weapon. Diving backwards behind the counter he was standing
on, he manages to avoid the fatal slash but is unable to prevent the gash created as the blade connects with his leg. Keeping
his focus amidst the slow loss of blood, Crevan happens to notice the guard entering the building with his weapon drawn.Tensing
his body up,the springs to life quickly and leaps over the counter, diving for the guard and sending both men crashing through
the window of the store. Looking down at the unconsciousguard, the druid takes the sword that he's still holding and swings
it a few times before nodding. Scooping up a couple handfuls of glass, he jumps back through the window and begins tossing
the jagged shards at Xaandria, knowing that
will only serve as a diversion to distract her while he charges forward with the blade aimed at her chest, backed up by Patrick
who has snuck up behind her and swung his staff at the back of her head.
Xaandria turns away from the massive beast just as Crevan and the guard fly though the window. The dragon also turns but instead
of watching Xaan’s opponent, he nudges her gently. The vampiress drops the sword to her side, closing her eyes for a
moment as the light subsides within the building. Her attention is quickly taken when she hears the druid leaping through
the broken window. As she turns, glass hits her chest and face. A low growl can be heard from her and the dragon as blood
seeps from multiple small wounds but she has little time to worry about that as Crevan charges her. The woman begins to push
off the ground but is knocked off balance by the blow from Patrick’s staff, sending her forward to the floor just as
Crevan’s blade swings above her head. Xaan slowly regains herself and stands, eyeing the druid for a moment. Tightly
gripping the hilt of her unstainedblade, her mind goes back to her training with Vyrick. Even her eyes change with these thoughts.
Just like it’s second nature to her, the spell-blade leaps up once more, readying her weapon. This time she lands back
on the dragon, giving her a bit of distance between her and the attackers. The blade comes to a rest in front of her, blade
pointing down where Crevan and Patrick now stand. Dark tendrils of a thick smoke emit from the weapon, circling around the
duo. Xaan smirks as the smoke closes in on them knowing it will eventually crush them both.
Crevan sees that the broken glass did what it was supposed to and smirks as he catches the scent of fresh blood being spilled
from wounds inflicted on the woman he's fighting. Missing his target but not caring, the druid turns his full attention to
her, making sure the the spellblades moves are watched in the event she does something. Grinning as Xaandria lands on the
back of her dragon, both the vampire and his companion, who is now ridding himself of the clothes he doesn't want damaged,
rise into the air and circle around the target Suddenly aware of a dark mist filling the room, Crevan looks towards the saurian
creature and sees that the vampriss has conjured thick smoke that's enveloping both him and Patrick. Coughing as he inhales
some of the smoke, he falls to the floor, crashing into another case and sending jewels flying in every direction. Attempting
to get away from the dark cloud before it crushes him, the druid makes his way outside and looks down, noticing for the first
time, the burns that were inflicted as a result of contact. Moments later, Patrick limps out, looking much worse and limps
to his side. Giving the doppleganger a solemn nod, Crevan watches as the beast reverts to its natural form to undo the damage
done by the last attack. As the ebon wings burst forth from his back, Patrick lets out an ear piercing shriek, causing the
remainder of the glass to shatter as a result. Preparing for the final attack, the duo move in unison chanting a spell that
gradually gets louder as both fighters hands begin glowing. Holding up a ball of energy that glows silver while Patrick does
the same, his being a black color that matches his outstretched wings, both projectiles are sent into the store, quickly multiplying
as the chanting continues on and leaving only the counters as a protective hiding place.
Xaandria tilts her head curiously as the duo retreats back outside. The woman kneels down, laying a small hand upon the beast’s
neck, a small smile forming in the corners of her lips as he raises his head. The smile soon fades as she spots yet another
attack coming her way. The woman casts her sword to the side as the energy balls near her. She stands slowly, watching as
the attack unfolds. Multiple balls now form within the stores walls. Xaan stands her ground, upon her beloved pet’s
back. Out of nowhere, a small duck appears from behind the dragon and waddles around the shop like nothing is going on. Xaan’s
attention is diverted to the small fowl for only a moment but is soon returned to the attack when she is struck in the side
with one. A second, black in color, screams towards her head and without thinking, the woman slides down the beast’s
side to the floor. She lands with a small thud, staring at Crevan and Patrick for a moment. The duck takes flight,eating every
ball it can catch up with. All the ex-captain can do is shake her head and draw her weapon once more. The dragon watches the
duck for a moment then decides it may be best if he leaves the building as well. Xaandria charges quickly towards Crevan,
carrying the blade low. Once she reaches the druid, she flicks her wrist gently. This action causes the blade to come up towards
the man’s face. What happens next would seem quick impossible to most, but then they would have to know about the duck
to begin with. The fowl stops dead in his tracks on one of the display cases and begins to twitch. Feather fly off his small
body all about the room. The spell-blade spins around, eyeing the creature for only a moment then retreats out of the shop
after the dragon. A strong stench is soon noticeable in MacDuncan’s store. The duck explodes from all the energy balls
he ate, sending more electricity throughout the shop. All the precious jewels are scattered onto the street and Xaan is shoved
forward by the blast. When she turns back to look, the duck casually waddles out of the burning building towards her and the
dragon.
Crevan stands outside the smoke filled building waiting to see who or what escapes the blasts that rip through the store.
Not having to wait long, he catches sight of Xaandria nearing the broken window of the store only to stop and toss something
towards him. Using his wrist to deflect the blade, wincing at the pain of the fresh wound that is inflicted on him. Suddenly
diverted by the sight of a duck wandering through the store, he watches it curiously and is forced further back by the overpowering
odor that emanates from the fowl. Blinking at the creature just before it explodes, he is too slow to dodge the resulting
explosion of energy and is struck, sending him flying into the wall of a nearby shop from the force of the blast. Keeping
himself upright, he examines the fresh burns and busies himself on treating them now that the fight has ended.
Xaandria sits up, shaking her head as the duck makes it's way towards her. The woman lifts the feathered creature into her
bloodied arms. She glances at Crevan over her shoulder, "I don't think your energy balls settled too well with him." All that
can be heard is a happy quack from the critter as the massive dragon lifts Xaan onto his back.
Crevan said to you, "i never thought a duck could be so useful."
Xaandria said to Crevan, "Neither did I but I'm glad he follows me around now."
Crevan concentrates on surrounding himself with a blue light to treat the gashes on his arm and leg and the burns covering
his body. Relaxing as the pain lessens and fades, he nods to her and vanishes to the tavern, uncaring of the guard or the
smoke filled shop.
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