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... tterly elated with the wind around him, and to his left, the once unstoppable berserker left slumped against the wall.
Like clockwork, the remnants of the once great adventurer rose with a kick of his legs. The entirety of Thros’ torso was bruised and lacerated, a mix of purple and red.
"Fantastic!" The man, larger than life, shouted with an exhilarated smile, slapping his own chest without any restraint as blood splashed. "A real, proper battle it is, then! Let’s stake our lives ...
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