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... e a force of nature.
His axes swept in deadly arcs, each stroke accompanied by crackling bolts of lightning that reduced armour to slag and flesh to ash. The tempest warrior’s battle cry shook the very foundations of the turtle isle as he carved through the enemy formation.
"Get behind me, young lords!" He bellowed, his weapons already seeking new targets. "I’ll clear us a path out of here."
Then, suddenly, a loud blaring noise reverberated throughout the area.
It ...
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