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I improved greatly at the great bloodsport that consumes the herd. I used to be an weakling, a speck easily flicked. Now! fear me brethren, I have been blessed—blessed upon by basic skill. And he lives! to fight on.
A final thought, before an uneasy rest under a sharp moon; I don’t intend insolence… but I wish a scrap—a match!—with my lord.
And finally.
alex
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